"Save it," Bobbi suggested, appreciating the vigor but she hadn't come unprepared. How did he think she had got here? Not running through the open streets like he did; it was a wonder his fleshy ass was still alive. "They'll stay back there," she explained, not even breathing heavy as they reached the edge of the building. "The truck is down there," she said and pointed toward a green tarp peaking from between the cracked bricks of battered buildings half a block away. The zombies had been drawn away from it by the gunfire, swarming toward the sound hungrily. "Okay?" she asked, but didn't wait for Happy's answer before taking a few counted steps backwards to give a running start to her jump across to the next rooftop, gun braced against her chest and heavy backpack making her land with a grunt and quickly fall to her knees.