The moment we started walking forward, it was like the rats came out of the woodwork. "Interesting way of handling the Z-Pack," called out one of the men, waving his hand to catch our attention.
He and the rest of the men around him were wearing matching gear with black bulletproof vests, black cargo pants, black shirts, and a helmet. "Why are all the humans always dressed the same?" I asked, my voice low enough that only Luca and Tank could hear me.
The two of them burst out laughing, startling the men approaching us. "Maybe cause out here, everyone had been preparing for the zombie apocalypse a hundred years before it actually came. They probably came in their jeans when it actually happened, and they could go out dressed like badasses," replied Tank, his eyes gleaming with challenge as he stared down the leader.
"Vraiment," purred Désiré. "I could see that. Alicia was de same way when we first met. Den again, I guess she saw it comin'."
