Yeah, this is way better than climbing over stuff with his chest smarting the way it is.

"Gettin' pretty good at that," he says, because that's better than the thought that they could probably have fought them off if everyone was together. Unless they all got grabbed together. But then they could fight them all off together and-

The rumbling was still audible outside the stairwell, though muted, and all Casey could think of to say while he climbed to the second floor was a simple, sullen...

"This blows."