I exhale. "Alright, Lucas. What the hell are you doing out here?"
Lucas doesn't answer. He just looks at the corpses around him; the zombies, the blood, the mess. His lips press together and his shoulders curl in.
He's scared.
Trish sighs, rubbing her temples. "This is a lot, huh?"
Lucas nods very slowly.
I sigh. "We need to get back to the cave."
Trish frowns. "And bring him?"
I glance at the kid. He looks like a light breeze could take him out.
"Yeah," I mutter. "We bring him."
Lucas's eyes widen, his hands tightening into fists. "I—I can't…"
I hold up a hand. "Look, we're not gonna eat you."
He doesn't look reassured.
Trish pinches the bridge of her nose. "Garth, stop talking."
I throw up my hands. "What? I'm being honest!"
Trish sighs. "Lucas. You can walk?"
He nods hesitantly.