Jay's roadside assistance was a fucking kid. And luckily for them both, she's the only one of the three of them with an ounce of common sense. The idea of draping himself with slimy zombie's innards is about as appealing as driving a car into a house soaked with gasoline, but he's done a lot of stupid and undesirable things today already. What's one more?

He's moving as quickly as he can with Jay at his side, which isn't very fast at all, but at least the walkers aren't particularly speedy either. Thank fuck for small favors.

And large ones.

"Is that gonna work?" He winces, staring at the streaks of red down his knees and palms. "I mean...will it..."

Is it safe, considering he's probably about ready to get infected to high hell?