pretty clear from the jerky repetitive movements that it was a zombie they were looking at.
"How the hell did you see that from here?" Calvin whispered with obvious surprise.
"I have always had really keen eyesight." Miranda replied, looking pleased that she may have actually been a contributor on their little trip.
"Well, it certainly looks like one of them from here, but I think it’s too far away to be any problem. It looks like it is caught up in something. I don't think it will see us when we go for the house, as long as we keep to the far right of the yard." Garrett said as he pointed to a section of the yard in front of them leading to the back of the house that would keep the garage of the house between them and the zombie on the opposite side of the street.
"Yeah, he's probably nothing to worry about. But look at his friend in the next yard." Miranda said as she directed their attention to another spot on the far opposite side of the house with the zombie behind it. She was indicating a section of hedges that seemed to mark the edge of the property lines between that house and its neighbors. There was someone visible on the other side of that row of hedges moving down the row and away from them, it appeared to be a man but other than that they couldn't tell much more about him. Something about the way this person moved was much different than they would have expected from a zombie. He was moving fast, not running but hustling along, and he was crouched forward at the waist as if intentionally trying to keep low behind the hedges. Every few feet he would pause a moment and peer over the top of the hedges and then continue on a little further. At one point he stopped completely and looked over the hedges and then back towards the street at a point they couldn't see from their angle because it was blocked by another house on their side of the street.
"That guy looks like a survivor." Calvin said as he tracked the man’s movements along the hedgerow. His purposeful actions of trying to be stealthy and his much more fluid and controlled body movements were in total contrast to what they had seen so far in how zombies act. They had never seen them try to be cautious of secretive in their approach and instead they would charge in with about as much finesse as a bull in a china shop.
Garrett tracked the guy’s movements and the direction that he seemed to keep checking every so often. He concluded that he was trying to get into a position to approach the zombie on the side of the storage shed. Garrett also thought it likely that there was another threat out in front of the house that the man was trying to keep track of while he moved. From their position just over a block away and with houses and trees between them and that street, it was impossible to see what it was that kept attracting his attention.
"Yeah, it certainly looks like it." Replied Garrett, "it also looks like he is making a move on that zombie on the far side of that shed."
"We have to help him." Exclaimed Miranda.
Garrett considered that for a moment, they had come here to gather supplies. The thought that they could possibly come across other survivors had not been a consideration. Even though he could already tell that the guy was clearly not part of any type of organized rescue effort, finding any additional survivors like themselves could only be a good thing for them. There was strength in numbers and it was always possible that he may know something they don't about the overall situation. No matter what the case may be , Garrett had to agree with Miranda that they should try to help him if they could.
"She's right. If he lives nearby he might be able to tell us where we can find the supplies we came for. It could save us a lot of time and effort." Garrett rationalized.
"We'll from the looks of him, he is making shit up as he is going. I think he is getting ready to make a move on his friend on the other side of that shed. If he screws up
"How the hell did you see that from here?" Calvin whispered with obvious surprise.
"I have always had really keen eyesight." Miranda replied, looking pleased that she may have actually been a contributor on their little trip.
"Well, it certainly looks like one of them from here, but I think it’s too far away to be any problem. It looks like it is caught up in something. I don't think it will see us when we go for the house, as long as we keep to the far right of the yard." Garrett said as he pointed to a section of the yard in front of them leading to the back of the house that would keep the garage of the house between them and the zombie on the opposite side of the street.
"Yeah, he's probably nothing to worry about. But look at his friend in the next yard." Miranda said as she directed their attention to another spot on the far opposite side of the house with the zombie behind it. She was indicating a section of hedges that seemed to mark the edge of the property lines between that house and its neighbors. There was someone visible on the other side of that row of hedges moving down the row and away from them, it appeared to be a man but other than that they couldn't tell much more about him. Something about the way this person moved was much different than they would have expected from a zombie. He was moving fast, not running but hustling along, and he was crouched forward at the waist as if intentionally trying to keep low behind the hedges. Every few feet he would pause a moment and peer over the top of the hedges and then continue on a little further. At one point he stopped completely and looked over the hedges and then back towards the street at a point they couldn't see from their angle because it was blocked by another house on their side of the street.
"That guy looks like a survivor." Calvin said as he tracked the man’s movements along the hedgerow. His purposeful actions of trying to be stealthy and his much more fluid and controlled body movements were in total contrast to what they had seen so far in how zombies act. They had never seen them try to be cautious of secretive in their approach and instead they would charge in with about as much finesse as a bull in a china shop.
Garrett tracked the guy’s movements and the direction that he seemed to keep checking every so often. He concluded that he was trying to get into a position to approach the zombie on the side of the storage shed. Garrett also thought it likely that there was another threat out in front of the house that the man was trying to keep track of while he moved. From their position just over a block away and with houses and trees between them and that street, it was impossible to see what it was that kept attracting his attention.
"Yeah, it certainly looks like it." Replied Garrett, "it also looks like he is making a move on that zombie on the far side of that shed."
"We have to help him." Exclaimed Miranda.
Garrett considered that for a moment, they had come here to gather supplies. The thought that they could possibly come across other survivors had not been a consideration. Even though he could already tell that the guy was clearly not part of any type of organized rescue effort, finding any additional survivors like themselves could only be a good thing for them. There was strength in numbers and it was always possible that he may know something they don't about the overall situation. No matter what the case may be , Garrett had to agree with Miranda that they should try to help him if they could.
"She's right. If he lives nearby he might be able to tell us where we can find the supplies we came for. It could save us a lot of time and effort." Garrett rationalized.
"We'll from the looks of him, he is making shit up as he is going. I think he is getting ready to make a move on his friend on the other side of that shed. If he screws up
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