home. The two guys look at him wondering what he is talking about but he just smiles as he reaches for the detonator still in his pocket, then points towards the rear of the swarm.

The walking missile was back. Waddling up the road as one of the last soldiers to join the assault. He stands out from the endless ocean of faces by the bright pink X on his forehead. Hampered by his arms tied by his sides, his slow speed had helped him avoid both of the earlier detonations, and now the initial assault here. A blessing that would now be a curse. The guys are still waiting for an explanation however. They’ve never actually seen a remote detonator before so don’t understand the gesture and Steve rolls his eyes.

Pointing towards the single zombie waddling