"We need to be on our way." "They'll all die," Taylor said. "Eventually another zombie will find them and feast, or they'll die of starvation. We can't walk away from them." "We don't have a choice," Russ said. "We can't carry a hundred people." "What if we brought them back to Main Street?" Taylor asked. "We could get them to safety." "How are we going to get a hundred people who can't walk miles from here? It can't be done," Russ said. He could see Taylor was getting angry but there was no easy answer. If they tried to move even a few of the people, they'd be stopped within a block and all killed. The lesser of two evils was to let them stay in the house and hope for the best. "There are a hundred and twenty-two people," the zombie said. "All needing attention. Why don't you leave me to help them?" "Not a chance," Russ said. "Then I'm going to stay," Taylor said. "Out of the question." Russ stared at Taylor. "We have something important to do." "I don't.
