Simon didn't look back as he heard the sickening squelch of impact, or maybe he was imagining things. He didn't even look down to see if it was his feet in dead matter that he imagined lining the streets now. His mind had certainly gone the dark way.
While Pietro couldn't appreciate the groanin, Simon certainly did. How else was he going to know someone was about to eat his [insert body part here]? Reavers didn't groan; they just captured, killed, and ate - not exactly in that order. Of course, the capture had to come before the killing and eating, but that really was the only thing that came first.
He blinked as a zombie? No, wasn't a dead thing, at least he hoped not. Dead things don't talk to others, unless they're reapers. Where was George these days? Focus! The words finally sunk in, and the good doctor came to a stop.
"Are there people on the bus? Living people? They can't be left there. They need help." Simon took a step or two before realizing he was not going to help people if he were eaten. "Where's the Hospital?"