The sun, way back over the grazing land, had begun a slow decent to the horizon. Night would soon arrive. Being on foot in the daylight with the zombies around was dangerous enough. Doing it in the dark was a death-sentence.

"We'll go. We don't want any trouble." Eddie said softly, realizing he may have just put them in an even worse situation. With hands still raised, Foxy and Eddie side stepped around the group of farmers and turned back towards the long driveway. The aim of rifles never left their back until they'd disappeared beyond the pines.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, Foxy…" Eddie said with his eyes lowered.

"Forget it. What's done is done. We have a bigger problem now."

Foxy scanned the tree-lined road thinking about how difficult it would be to spot the monsters in the woods. Eddie already had a pretty good idea how hard it would be.

* * * * * *

They reached the mouth of the driveway and looked left and right to the endless, empty stretch of Route 7. The sun was nearly down and the air was turning cold and damp.

"Smells like snow." Eddie lamented, breaking a long silence. The wind brought an eerie howl through the trees.