This was similar to the games of tag Scotty used to play. Of course, no one was chasing him when he was on his dad's back but rather they were the ones doing the chasing. And zombies hadn't been trying to hunt them down either. The jostling and sharp turns though, those were familiar. With a quiet whimper as Rodeo instructed him to hold on, Scotty did as he was told. For a moment he felt weightless, as though they were flying, but gravity was quick to harshly jar them back down.
Another whimper as the zombies finally caught up, their arms waving and trying in vein to grab them. As soon as they were safely upon the fire escape Scotty dropped off of Rodeo and stepped back into a corner. They were lucky, that was for sure. And Rodeo -- such a silly name, that -- did save Scotty. It hardly meant that he was going to trust the man, but... he was alright. Scotty could hang with him for awhile longer. But only for a little bit.
He nodded wordlessly as Rodeo said he was going in first. Fine with Scotty. He'd rather not run into anymore zombies, thanks.