Grudgingly, Mattie followed him, wondering about the refuge camp. She hadn't had access to radio for a long time, so she hadn't heard anything about it, and she wished that she had. She told herself to be a little easier on Nicholas, and followed (in no apparent hurry) to stand beside him. She sighed, feeling that she would have to speak calmly at this point or risk being turned away. 

"They must die," she said, but with a tinge of uncertainty; these things were like nothing she'd ever seen or experienced, and not in a good way. "Whatever's infecting them turns their own body against itself, and if that happens I'm sure everything would fail. Maybe it's like...a ramped-up version of rabies." She hesitated. "Then again, if you shoot a rabid dog in the head, it [i]stays[/i] dead... so I don't know." 

She changed the subject, as she wasn't very keen on speculating something so unsettling. "It's either we find the camp or head to the country and live off the land, if it hasn't been overrun. And keep in mind...living in groups can help, but if one person gets sick, it's very likely to spread. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if it's already full of zombies. Not all these people are careful about who they let in. If they [i]are[/i] careful, I'm not getting in, not like this," she added, gesturing to the round splotches of blood on her shirt.