"Alright. If they notice us, we're gonna have to kill 'em. If you're not good with stabbin' them through their skulls, just knock em down an' jump on their face once... Maybe twice." He nodded at her as he moved back to the fire escape, going down nimbly and silently, landing at the end and keeping it down for the shorter girl once again- he thought back to the times when he worked on the boats, and this little fireball friend of his kept trying to do parkour, and jumped from a perch that was just a bit too high for the height-impaired man, and broke his legs. the yell made just about everyone in a half mile radius turn their heads, and he relived there would be no repeats- especially now. As soon as she was down, he adjusted his bags then started off, sneaking as if he were slyly taking a boat out for a joyride, calculating almost every step to be silent, and every breath to be slow and even, and low. He paused mid way, looking back to check if she was doing ok, and feeling like a doof for not making sure she knew how to sneak.

Meanwhile, the zombies were milling about, the smell of burnt cars and chemicals masking the smell of the living, completely unaware of the two living bodies nearby.