Sam and Sanders found a safe place to rest, Sam didn't say anything to him but Sanders was content just following him. He knew that as long as Sam didn't acknowledge him as a threat then he should be fine even though Sam wasn't waiting for him to catch up.
He watched Sam carefully like a tourist observing an animal, he was amazed that Sam survived this long alone despite the level of zombies he had fought.
Sam was a rare specimen and one that even the military had tried to keep secret when he should have been executed or imprisoned long ago for his 'war crimes'.
These weren't the regular zombies and the fact that it was strong enough to harm Sam was amazing.
Sam was resting against a tree hunk, his hand clutching the area where he was hit, it was clear that it was causing him some discomfort.
Sanders looked around to see if the coast was clear, he didn't want to be caught off guard.
