Ok, that was a first. And strange how she thought of that in conjnction with being carried by a man on the run, and not about the fact they were being chased by zombies. She was about to protest, but she doubted he would have picked her up if it was going to be slow going; she supposed she was grateful he wasn't just going to leave her behind (yes, she'd seen those movies; people were complete jerks in them, to thicken the plot).

Oh, so he was from the Nexus. Clearly he'd made the same mistake as her. "Yes!" she called, trying to simultaneously look back over his shoulder and not hit him with a zombie-encrusted baton.