Bo knew that his sister was right. The longer the dead hovered inside of the building, the more likely they were to be a bigger damn problem when they got dealt with. As it was, they'd already been in there without any food to feast upon. They would be even more volatile the moment they were loosed, he figured. He couldn't be sure, but Matt had a point that they'd need more than the three of them. No matter how good they were as a unit and how well they'd learned to work together, they weren't a match for a building full of the dead.
"Then we plan for that to be the first one," Bo agreed. "Anyone willing to volunteer to help us will be good," he sighed. He hated to put anyone into a situation like that, but the fact of the matter was that they had no choice. "It'll be best to do it with quiet weapons," he said. No guns unless they've got silencers. There'll be plenty of the bastards in there without attracting the others. The barricades could be useful, though," he went on. "We could set up another row of them outside of one of the entrances. Use their hunger to our advantage. Let them run right into the barricades and take out a decent amount of them before even going in by hand and dealing with the rest."