It doesn't take us long to take out the horde. They're bigger than we usually see, 20-30 strong, and are well-fed, likely feeding off this Sanctuary's survivors and Outsiders.
Our men fall in around us as we cut down the zombies that launch themselves at us, teeth glistening and claws curled threateningly. I worry about the child in the car and stick as close as I can. The windows are still intact so that offers some measure of security for her.
When the last body hits the ground, I fling the door open. The little girl is in the back seat peering out the window. When I call to her, she turns to look at me.
I expect to see fear after that gruesome display, but she looks only relieved to see me. I pull her from the vehicle and hold her close, trying to keep her gaze from the bodies spread across the road. She seems indifferent to them, though. My heart aches as I imagine what this child must have gone through.