"Alright, follow me," said Victor.

He motioned Deon to walk with him as he headed to Martha's house. It was about a mile away from where they were, and Victor kept alert for any possible hostilities. There could be more monsters lurking, and for all he knew, this man with him could be a whackjob cannibal waiting to ambush him when not looking. He had to be careful.

As he was walking, he saw some pretty disturbing sights. There were lots of dead people, and some looked as if they were eaten by something. He gripped tightly his bat and kept his eyes open, and then looked at Deon.

"You... did a good job against that monkey. What are you, a martial artist?"