She was following, although she sensed at the moment that neither of them were, in fact, ready to go. Of course, they had no choice in the matter. She knew that and so did he. It was leave, or die. 

It was going to be a long walk. 

Mattie could already see the undead, shambling and meandering in the distance. If they caught their scents, or heard them––however the bastards caught wind of living presence–– it would be just another mess. She took a deep, quiet breath and focused on the path ahead of them. If they were going to do this, it would be one step at a time.