It was just another day in the neighborhood. There was snow on the ground, the weather was warming up, and those damned walkers were still on the loose. Not as many as usual though - that could be good or it could be bad. Good in the sense that his holy work was paying off, bad in the sense that maybe they were just somewhere else causing even more trouble than before. Conrad and his presumably Australian acquaintance Jorel were going to lure them in a different direction, but the ex-cop noticed something that was giving him ideas; they all seemed to be going in the same direction.

“Hey Jorel, I’m just thinking out loud here,” Conrad said in a tone that wasn’t actually loud at all, “but all of these zombies are in about the same spot. Maybe before and or while we redirect them away from our site, we kill a few of them? Kill two birds with one stone. Or two zombies with the Explorer, whatever.”

The Ford Explorer formerly belonging to the Charleston, WV police was beat up from similar ideas Conrad had executed in the past, but it still ran. “I mean, we could just shoot em’, I guess. God’ll be happy either way,” the former officer added before asking “what do you think?”