Conrad figured Jorel might be more partial to the idea that didn’t involve driving a big car in a forest, but hey, he wasn’t complaining. “Well then, let’s...hold on.” The man suddenly noticed something about the lake; there was a girl in the middle of it! Conrad had to squint to see what was going on, but he could definitely see her scrambling out of the water and getting away from the zombies. Most of the walkers, anyway. There were still a few left, and that wasn’t good. Conrad wasn’t going to leave someone to die if he could help it. “New plan, Jorel!” the ex-cop said, flooring the accelerator and driving in the direction of the few zombies walking toward the girl. Yeah, she was weaving through trees, but Conrad knew that the walkers would be faster than someone who had taken a polar bear plunge. Fortunately, the zombies didn’t realize what was going to happen until it was too late; with a loud THUNK each walker became roadkill under the Explorer’s front bumper. When the car was as close to the girl as it was going to get, Conrad stopped it. “Get out,” he told the Australian, “and get her to the cabin. I think I can finish things up here.” Once Jorel did so, Conrad drove away, eager to continue his God-given task of running over zombies with a car.