Zeke nods to Wayne as they shake hands. He looks back over his shoulder at the house. "Go ahead and grab it if you want, I guess. The two of us need to help the major here back to this Paul's place." He picks up his backpack, and bends down to help support Carlson. They begin walking down the street again, towards the safe house.

Paul leans over to Zeke as they walk. "What are you doing, man? That guy is crazy! We don't know who he is, what kind of man he is! Hell, it's not even your place to invite him to!"

Zeke quietly mutters back at him. "Listen. That guy doesn't seem all that incredibly stable. But who here is in a position to judge?. Yes, he's dirty and whatever, but what that indicates to me is that he can handle himself. I think it is best to try and keep him if not a friend, then at least a person. He's not the enemy."

Paul glares at him as they near the front of the house. "Fine. I don't like it, but I'll trust you. Maybe you're right."

Carlson suddenly jerks, and lifts his arm up, pointing ahead of him. Zeke looks up and sees a walker coming around the back corner of the wall. He gestures to Paul and lets go of Carlson. Paul whistles to him and tosses him am old, but sharp, hunting knife. "Quietly now. Don't want too much sound." Zeke nods as he catches it, and starts running up to the walker. He gives a grunt as he stabs it in the forehead, and his momentum knocks them both over. He groans as his face and torso is covered in old, rotting blood. He stands back up and forces the knife out of the walker's head. 

He starts walking back to the others when he hears a crash and a scream come from inside the house. He quickly turns around again, and jumps over the corpse to round the corner. He sees a terrifying sight... Twenty, maybe thirty walkers, all moaning and shambling towards him. He curses under his breath and draws his M9. He takes aim at the nearest one, a close shot, maybe ten feet. He shoots twice, one in the body, one in the head. He turns back around and starts sprinting back to the others. He glances around and notices Carlson alone. Paul is gone. He turns to Wayne. "Where the hell did he go?"