Abel yanked Bub's rope as they continued along to the control room. Straggling zombies got dangerously close to him, but otherwise they left him alone. The plan was startinmg to backfire in a way he never saw coming. The zombies around him began to flock to him and Bub making their own little horde. The new horde took his camoflauge to a whole new level, but all the dead around him made him incredibly uncomfortable, and one slip up he'd be an easy meal. Being surrounded by walking sacks of rotting flesh was not how he wanted to spend this day. [i]"Zombies fuck everything up."[/i] At least he was almost near the control room,