"A rare pleasure, Mister Walker," Florence said, shaking Robert's hand. Most of the folks from Manzanita Post didn't make it, she was glad at least he had managed to get away. Florence looked around at the three-some that they were. What they needed to do now was get out of town - any settlement was a danger zone. 
"I suggest we get the hell outta here," she said authoritatively, mounting her horse. "I've yet to go up to Cochinay...have either of you been up there? If not, I'd like to see if they were able to hold back the hordes." However, the further north she rode, she noted that the hordes became larger and larger, as she spotted an increasing amount of undead wandering the wilderness, aimlessly. Nonetheless, there could be survivors up at Cochinay and if not, hopefully provisions would make it worth their time. 
"You gotta horse, Miss Lee?"