The way the older man spoke made him panic inside, but he kept it hidden and only portrayed a calm expression on his face. When the zombies started moving towards Jon, he realized he had no choice. He cursed and slowly stepped backwards.

"Alright, sir, I'll do that."

He slowly lowered his arm and put the knife on the ground behind him, making sure it didn't make any noise, in case it worsens the situation. He kept walking away from the zombies, his hands empty, but he hoped the man would be able to make them stop again. His eyes wandered, counting the creatures left. [i]One..two..three..four..four.[/i] If it gets worse, he knew he could handle them. But it was Plan A first - let the man do the work and hope he'll let Jon walk away.