“We need to resort to the Dentch expediency,” Sawyer said grimly.

He was met by blank stares.

“We draw a line over yonder,” he continued after a moment. “And make the run. Whoever the five slowest runners are get a double-tap because they’re either succumbing to infection or because they’d just bog us down.”

“Saywer, have a seat while I tell you all the things that are terribly wrong with that idea,” said Cunningham, “starting with the fact that there are exactly five of us.”

“I didn’t say it was going to be easy. But the zombies aren’t going to go easy on us either.”