"No problem," Remy said. He was quick on his feet, swinging the bat over and around, until it made a sickening crunch against the head of what once used to be a woman. The [i]thing[/i] crumbled to the ground in a heap. He looked down at it for a brief moment, saddened at the loss of life. 

He looked over at the three ladies and couldn't help but think of what he had been through so far. He had started out with a small group that he had traveled with since he left LA. A couple nights ago there had been several undead come out of nowhere. The van they used crashed into them, rendering it useless. 

Remy and his two other able companions were quick with dispatching the undead, but they had made a fatal mistake. One of them had left the van door wide open, leaving inside a few of their group who were unable to fight for various reasons. They were so focused on taking down the undead that they did not notice the one who went straight for the open van door. The three inside were infected before Remy could even turn around.

His only thought when he turned away from his fight was to get to the van and save the people inside. He had thought the others could handle the few that were left. He was wrong.

[i]It was over before it even started,[/i] he thought as he let out a soft sign.

"Be careful," he said to the little girl and the woman who were going to stay behind. He reached into his pack and pulled out a sheath that held a sharp six inch blade. He handed it to the child, feeling a grimace of guilt that someone so young should have to fight. "Guns only as a last resort."

He turned to the other woman and nodded. "Let's go."