Steve: Why does he have to choose the big guys to cover in metal? Damn it!

He stands with both arms outstretched, the sword in one hand, the rifle in the other, his finger tapping on the trigger as the tension grew. He’d use the trees, it was his only chance of avoiding the hail of bullets that was coming soon and as the lieutenants raise their weapons to fire he takes off into the dense treeline letting loose a few of the hungry dogs in his magazine.

Back in the town Moe is in full flight almost re-enacting his final moments before being bitten. Maybe it was a flashback, maybe old programming and training re-emerging after a rest. It was impossible to tell but he glides through the bodies with a determination that suggests he was on a mission