Ricky nodded back when the woman tossed him her wordless thanks. It took her but a moment to slip over the fence, and he only chuckled as she asked how he was going to get over. He had to admit, he wasn't sure. He hadn't been thinking about that. He had new friends to try and impress, so he hadn't been focused on getting only himself to safety. Of course, the chef quickly found that it wasn't himself he had to worry about. The man who hadn't seemed so enthused about saving him in the first place, was now revealing that his own life wasn't going to last so long. He answered his companion for the newcomer as he showed off a fresh wound. He'd been bitten, and rather badly.

Unfortunately, Ricky had no idea how old the wound was. He was pretty sure that if he acted quickly enough, he could have lopped off the arm. A bit of first aid, and the man would live. As it was, he didn't see the point of trying, and failing. Even if the bite was only as old as fleeing that tiny gate out front, chances were slim, and the added pain wouldn't help anyone. Not to mention they didn't have enough time to treat him on this side of the fence, and the other side of the fence was too far for two people if one of them was missing an arm.

With a sigh, the wanderer gave his rescuer a grim nod. "I'll keep her safe." he offered, his voice low, to keep Chae from hearing. "He's going around." he added, louder, to calm down the two who'd climbed to safety. With the zombies getting closer, he hoped the combination of a fence and a meal might hold them off long enough for the three unbitten survivors to escape. It was horrible, that he could think this way, but he didn't have much choice. He just had to wait for his boost over, and then he would take Chae and her kitten, and run. And once they were somewhere not surrounded by zombies, he supposed he would have to explain what happened, and what he'd promised...