That's what I was trained for. [Shelby's never seen the undead before. Generally, when a body died, it stopped moving. These things are unnatural to her, and she's already learned pretty quickly that the normal methods of killing a person don't exactly work with these zombies.

She watches the zombies rip at each other to get the dried meat that Chris continues to toss at them. They're like wild animals, she assesses. Wild animals that can only be put down with severe trauma to their brains in some fashion. That had hands and an unnatural strength to do things with them.

A shudder runs through her, almost uncharacteristic. She's seen so many horrors, but nothing like this.]

It seems that they need living flesh to sustain themselves, and they haven't tried to attack each other yet.