"They're facing the wrong way, so if we move quietly- like, uh... batman level of quiet, we could walk past 'em... Or we could wait for a bit... But then they could set off a car alarm and we'd be fucked. Personally, I think bein' batman would be better. Wadda you think?"

He looked back at her before looking back at the creatures below.

" Ten slow zombies shouldn't be a problem if we mess up, right?"

“We'll be fine,” she said as a small grin tugged at the corner of her lips. Pulling the knife from its sheath and tightened the strap to her rifle as tight as it could be across her chest. 

“Lets go,” she said with a nod., “I'll trust ya.”