He has to remind himself what a zombie is, and he's not sure it comes back entirely right. Corpses that got sick. No, that's not right. Oh well.

He joins her, boxing her in against it with an arm on each side of the window, leaning in over her to follow her gaze out. (Her hair smells nice, by the way.) It looks wild; not entirely unusual to him, as any county road can get that way without care, but it is strange for a place that knew to be so well travelled.

"I didn't mean to say you can't climb," he says, and he gestures for her to scoot. He'll go out first. "You're just nervous. And you use those ropes with the..." Ugh. "Bat hook."