47 It was suicidal, of course. It was a downright stupid idea. But if he wanted to fight them, then he would need to understand them. Know your enemy and all that, he figured. Basic Marine Corps knowledge he’d had shoved down his throat and packed up his ass at Parris Island. He grabbed a couple cans of Alpo for Bob and a bag of dry food and they went over to his house. Bob stuck close to him, eyeing the houses in the neighborhood warily. When they got there, he refused to eat until he scoped out each and every room. He got very nervous at the closed door to Megan’s room and absolutely skittish around Luke’s bedroom. He knows, Luke thought. He knows they’ve been here. He can smell or sense the undead even when they haven’t been somewhere for days. Their comings and goings might be mysterious to humans with their limited senses, but they can’t fool a dog. I bet with some training, Bob could sniff every last one out.
