Lee kept quiet as they wive their way through the crowd of undead. The stench was almost unbearable. The mixed smells of bad breath and rotting flesh were enough to make a grown man cry. She looked forward to Robert. He seemed unchanged. As did Florence. Lee wasn't particularly scared, just uncomfortable. She'd dealt with so many of them that this, as strange as it was, did little to phase her. 

Once out, both of the others spoke. Lee agreed that their scent might be stronger now that there are three together, but part of her was uncertain. She'd been studying the undead for a while now. It seemed to her that they were getting smarter. Hunting in packs and raiding cities. They began hunting at night when they knew their prey would be trying to sleep that way they were less likely to get shot.