I exhale. "Alright, Lucas. What the hell are you doing out here?"
Lucas doesn't answer. He just looks at the corpses around him; the zombies, the blood, the mess. His lips press together and his shoulders curl in.
He's scared.
Trish sighs, rubbing her temples. "This is a lot, huh?"
Lucas nods very slowly.
I sigh. "We need to get back to the cave."
Trish frowns. "And bring him?"
I glance at the kid. He looks like a light breeze could take him out.
"Yeah," I mutter. "We bring him."
Lucas's eyes widen, his hands tightening into fists. "I—I can't…"
I hold up a hand. "Look, we're not gonna eat you."
He doesn't look reassured.
Trish pinches the bridge of her nose. "Garth, stop talking."
I throw up my hands. "What? I'm being honest!"
Trish sighs. "Lucas. You can walk?"
He nods hesitantly.
"Good. Because we don't have time to sit here." She looks at me. "Let's go."
I huff. "Fine."
