"Yeah, yeah," he sighed, waving the comment off. He knew what he looked like without having to actually look. "That was wendigos, this is fucking zombies." Which was worse? Honestly, he didn't feel like comparing. The good thing about zombies was that you could kill them and not worry about them repossessing anybody. The bad thing about zombies was that they were creepy and ate your brains and were very messy.

Also somehow more unbelievable to him than the wendigos. Like only the movies should have to deal with zombies.

"No idea where the 'shopping area' is? But sounds as good as anything. Let's get going."

He jutted a thumb down one direction that looked pretty clear right now. It was true that any noise they made might rouse more of them. "You have any experience with these things? Like can they see very well or will standing completely still be pointless and stupid?"