Wayne stood mouth agape at the sight of all the walkers. He couldn't think of an answer to where Paul went. He had no clue. It was truly frightening how a bunch of slow, dumb, and decomposing corpses could just suddenly appear in the dozens out of nowhere, even to someone like Wayne. Seconds mattered here, and Wayne had to decide. His arm was bandaged now, but what does he do now? Get Zeke and the others over to his small camp, or leave them to their fate? Wayne was grateful for being bandaged up, but at the same time Wayne knew the experience of someone helping him out only to turn on him as soon as he fell out of line. It was a hard decision. Would he leave Zeke to get munched by the walkers, or bring him over to his camp? Could he handle extra mouths to feed? Would the extra survivors open up his camp's position to other survivors and the walkers?

Wayne made the decision to bring Zeke over to his camp. Maybe he could trust people for once, but a gut feeling lingered about around the possibility of betrayal.

"Follow me!" shouted Wayne as he ran back into the shrubbery of the surrounding chapparal, back to his camp in Tenaja Canyon.