"Sounds like a plan." Gino said smiling. "I'm glad we could all meet again like this, we're the perfect apocalypse-survival-force." He continued, rolling his eyes as he walked out the farmhouse door. "We best check out garages and barns, if we can find a.. harvester.." He began to say, and anyone could imagine what he would suggest next - had there ever been a farm-based zombie film in which they didn't chop them to shreds with a combine harvester? "You get the idea. And we could put a cart on the back, a secure cage, something like that. How does that sound?"