While we can. That's a bit ominous, but the girl has a point. Statistically, most hospitals are occupied by more than two people. The blood had to come from somewhere, Chris supposes. He doesn't want to think about it too hard. If he can compartmentalize the horrors into numbers, then he can deal with them. Throw himself into research rather than survival, because the idea of survival is so fragile, so fleeting, and he can't help but think about those who didn't get the same chance.

The zombie apocalypse taught him that much.

He nods, and leads her out the door. "I've been searching for an exit for a while now," he says. "This place isn't laid out like your average hospital, but if there's an entrance, which there must be, since we're here, there is an exit." It's just a matter of finding it.