Hesitantly, Joseph looked down at the man on the ground, yelling up to him. "Are you sure? They can't get up here!" Not that he knew much about what was happening - it had been just a day since the plague of the undead had finally made it's way to his ranch and taken his wife and son - but he had seen that these creatures, as dangerous as they were, did not contain the intellect to do complicated things; such as climb.

However, he was happy to see someone who was not an undead. He wished to know what was going on. He peered down at him, upon his horse. He had no choice but to trust him. He must have been dealing with this plague longer than he, himself, had. Following the man's instructions, he whistled for his horse and prepared to jump to the ground and scurry to his horse.