Kyle looked up and down the street. There didn't seem to be any undead lurking around, thankfully. It was odd, though. The last time he tried to go outside the street was packed with them. Where did they go? A distant gunshot answered his question. Those guys at the courthouse must be attracting them. He hoped those guys would keep shooting. As long as the zombies were going after them, he was safe.

There were several vehicles nearby. Kyle's attention was drawn to one in particular-a black jeep that, despite being in the middle of a swarm of undead for the last 12 days, seemed to be in perfect condition. It was still a good idea to bring it back to Dave, though. If this thing broke down on the way to Spencer's Mill, they would be even more screwed than they are now. He approached it slowly. There was a guy lying right next to it, but it didn't look like he was getting back up. Just like all of the other bodies scattered around.

As he got closer, he noticed a gurgling sound coming from the body. This guy was still breathing! Kyle didn't know how that was possible. It looked like the undead tore out all of his organs, including his lungs. He didn't know if he should ignore it. There was a chance that the guy could come back, but otherwise it would be a waste of bullets. It was a tough decision, but Kyle assumed that he probably would've been attacked by now. He ignored it, and climbed into the jeep.