Murphy had picked a place inside the shell of the church where he could observe without being completely out in the open, and he'd prayed--sincerely--that the people coming to meet him would not run into any trouble on the way. He'd grown up a city boy, so this wilderness survival stuff was new to him, but squatting in abandoned buildings and keeping warm in winter was not. He and Connor had never been rich in anything but brotherly love.
The group came up quiet, but Murphy was watching for movement, whether friendly or otherwise. These three didn't have the shuffling gate of the biters, and they were obviously communicating through their body language. He stood, and called out as he exited the ruined building, so they'd know he was a live one. "Hello."