To Chris' surprise, the members of the group immediately dispersed in accordance to hers and Tony's suggestions. With a look, she communicated to him that she had not expected them to do so, and he shrugged in response. Giving the rest of the group a once-over – a head count, more or less – she marched off towards the back of the house. The rest of the survivors checked everything else, the weirdest pair picked the inside of the house, and Chris had no intention of being alone with them. They had proven perfectly capable of looking after themselves, just as everyone else had.

Tony might have been the only one in the group likely to freeze up or hesitate. Would it make him a target of the others? Chris tugged him closer to her as she walked, muttering a warning to him not to trust any of them.

Both spun around at the sound of more undead, only to see the redhead girl defeat the creature with her broom handle. Baton half raised, Chris swept her eyes across the yard once more, just to make sure there weren't going to be any more unwelcome surprises, and overheard the conversation. “Lloyd and Olivia,” she absently informed Tony, lest his hearing had somehow faltered. She started back towards the house.

“She'll need these,” Chris mumbled, mostly to herself, as she wrenched an arrow from one of the undead. Tossing it at her friend's feet, she gestured to the rest of the fallen and spoke to Tony. “Get the rest of her arrows, but be careful, yeah?” At his nod, she moved around the back of the house.

One lurker sat behind a tree, another faced the wall of the house, and a third stumbled towards her from the middle. She slammed the baton into the side of its head, raised it again and drove the butt end into its soft skull. Before it fell she moved onto the next; the one by the wall. Her legs throbbed and complained, but she ignored the pain. The creature reacted as soon as she was within reach and threw out its arms to grab at her. Chris ducked and pushed it onto its back, then broke into its skull with her baton. Finally, she approached the third.

Tony came to rest at the well with an arm full of arrows. He produced a cloth strip from his backpack and began to wipe the arrows clean while he waited for his friend to come back. He watched the three newcomers appear at the fence, and the ballerina girl welcome them, remaining quiet as the rest of the grounds were checked. Everyone seemed so efficient and he would only get in their way if he tried to help. By the time he finished cleaning the archer's arrows, Chris still hadn't reappeared. 

Leaving the arrows in a neat pile beside the well, he slowly approached the house. As he came closer, Chris stumbled around the corner. Fresh blood added to the stains on her fire department shirt and the spatter across her face and arms; the baton in her hands sporting what looked like brain matter. “I'm fine,” she insisted, waving him away when he tried to help her. He hovered at her side as they rejoined the others. “Back of house clear,” she announced.