Conrad just watched as everything seemed to spiral out of control. Sure, the girl probably wasn’t a zombie, but there were still problems here. Brooklyn got beat up. That was one problem. A bigger problem was security; how in the hell did anyone think it was a good idea to disobey protocol like that? Sure, the girl was fine, but what if she wasn’t? Zombies were quick. Add that with one being kept untied at point-blank range? It was just stupid. The way Conrad saw things, they were a lot less safe now, and it was kind of his own fault.

“Let’s do things democratically,” he had said. “More minds will be able to think of better solutions,” he had said. But where had that gotten them? In a spot where they literally could be killed by an irrational shooter who brought zombies into their house.

No more. Conrad hadn’t gotten to where he was today by doing nothing. He wasn’t going to stand idly by and wait for the group to come to its senses or get eaten by a zombie. No, now was the time for action.

Without saying a word, the ex-cop started rummaging through the drawers and taking out any food that was there. Freshly caught fish, salvaged pre-packaged food, potted plants, whatever. Conrad tried being quiet, but with everyone so distracted it wasn’t hard to gather things unnoticed anyway. Once his hands were full, he left the cabin and put everything in the Explorer.

With that finished, Conrad hopped in the driver’s seat and drove away from the cabin for good.