Maraich was seriously underestimating Mike if he thought carrying a bag of drinks was going to wear him out. And for now? He wasn't going to attempt to repeat that name. It was pretty weird. He'd at least remember it.

Maybe they should have grabbed more than just drinks and a makeshift weapon? But most everything had been looted in the place they just were. To find actual supplies, they may need to go a long, long way. He sighed and glanced over his shoulder briefly to look at the creatures dragging toward them. "Zombies ... they're zombies. Seriously?" At least he'd seen enough films to know what to do about them, but still. If it wasn't one fucking thing it was another.

Mike turned back forward and began to move, following in his own run, although he did raise an eyebrow in Maraich's direction. "You're joking me, right?" Maybe he wasn't the Jock like Matt was but he wasn't unfit either. "Just keep an eye out for a place before we have to start bashing brains in!"