Her legs trembled after only a minute standing upright without Tony's support. “Not planning on it,” she replied to the blonde – whose name she [i]really[/i] needed to get at some point – and squeezed the barrel of the rifle to alleviate some of the pain. “Just in case,” she added, mostly for herself. She watched, impressed, as the woman shot arrow after arrow into the farm. One by one the walkers fell. 

Of course Chris expected the woman to be able to use the bow, even if she didn't doubt some idiots would pick up a bow and try to survive with it. From the get-go, the woman seemed to know what she was doing. Still, Chris exchanged a look with Tony, then pulled the rifle back onto her shoulders and took the baton out of her belt.

[b]“Come on, there's only two left.”[/b] 

The archer stepped towards the fence, and Chris followed with Tony. He kept close, hands hovering at her sides should she stumble again. Purely because he'd known her almost all his life, he saw how hard she worked to look like she was okay. As soon as they secured the farm, he planned on ordering her to rest. It probably wouldn't work, and he was terrible at ordering anyone to do anything, but it was worth trying.

Chris and Tony stepped onto the farm ground after two of the other survivors to clear a path. The pair ahead of them quickly dispatched the remaining visible walkers. Baton at her side, Chris walked – stiffly, trying to disguise her pain – some few paces into the farm before motioning the others to follow. “We need to sweep the area, and close that gate. There could be lurkers inside.”

The vast farm included not only a farmhouse, but a barn, crops... multiple places for lurkers to hide and wait. Tony turned in slow circles, surveying all he could see. He spoke quietly, but just loud enough to be heard by the group. “As much as I don't want to... if we split up, we can get it all done faster...” He looked back at the others for their approval. Christina gave a firm nod.