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Look, we don't have time for this!" Benji shouts, the muscles in his neck bulging. "We need to go now. The infected are right there."

In a sudden burst of motion, Brody sprints a few yards up the hill. "We can make it up to the top with no problem. It won't even be that hard. We can help one another. Heck, I'll carry people on my back."

Lopez's carbine barks out fire as a few zombies round the caravan.

"We elected a leader to 'liminate this kinda rigamaroo. Make up yer mind already," Woody says, slapping the back of a disabled car.

As you listen to the survivors argue and talk over one another, you prepare to issue your next order as the new leader. Climbing the hill is the only option. With the steep rise, the zombie horde will struggle to follow, though your own companions may find ascending just as challenging. If your group makes it, those survivors with loaded firearms can kill the infected. Some of the group will need to defend the hill, while others will have to climb up and scout the summit. Right now, you're assuming the top of the hill is safe. Plus, everyone is exhausted and resources are fading. Keeping too many below to fight the infected wastes energy and ammunition.

As the group scrambles to deal with the coming horde, you dash to the front of the caravan and raise your arms to call attention. "Everyone! Get your asses up that hill. If you don't move, you're dead, so you better climb fast. Shoot any zombies who follow, or they'll rip us apart. Move it!"

The survivors snap into action, appearing confident and focused, fueled by your words