Jay's out front. He's never been fond of that. Too easy for someone (something) to come up from behind. Too easy for someone you shouldn't have trusted to take advantage.

He's trying to keep his pace slow enough for Tim to lean on him if he has to. The ground's still uneven, his vision still blurred at the edges, but he can't stumble or he'll hit something. He just has to watch the ground. Watch where he's walking. Watch where those things are moving. Listen for the shuffle of human feet behind him.

(Don't think about the smell. Don't think about the heat behind them.)

Maybe they can get out of this.