There was nothing wrong with her definition of those slow ambling flesh fuckers. They lurked around, slow and steady, waiting for their next meal. So when he asked if she meant Zombies the only response he got was one eyebrow, jutted up high. Her own question there. The "Come on. Really?" type of question that was encapsulated in that tiny expression.
A nod, he was right. They were feeding now and when they were done, they'd mindlessly start exploring, looking for their next bit of meat. Though, a screwdriver and a hammer were pretty good tools if they had to use them.
"In the street? I'd say twenty at least." Weird things about the infected, they seems to pull into each other.
Was he...limping?
"I'm not immune. So, if we're gonna go out in the blob storm I'm doubly fucked." But up was better than being taken down by a party of skin munchers.
"Come on." and she took him by the elbow and started hauling ass.