trudges forward. His movements very obviously restricted due to the layer of heavy armour covering his limbs and torso.
Everything covered, except for his head. Dylan swallows hard as he fights the urge to throw up and whispers down to Steve: There is one zombie there. A big one.
Steve lowers him slowly and draws his sword as Dylan gives him more information: He looks old, but he’s wearing something like armour I think.
Steve knew he’d have to take this one out quietly, but the Lieutenants never operated alone so he would have to proceed carefully. With the forces at Mark’s disposal and the victories he’d racked up on their personal scoreboard lately, he had to watch every step he took. Each one a potential bear trap.