In a matter of seconds
The total number of deadheads left—regular or special—was about half of what it originally was. Almost all of them were still advancing forward but a select few were either feeding on their own or just staying in place. Well, the bloaters would just feed on anything that moves while the tailor would feed on the regular ones first before increasing its own little army, and the only one staying still was the hulker with a bad knee.
At this point, everyone else was just waiting for the ones behind it to advance but not everyone was designed to sit still.
A group of people started to hug the fence to the left and right to be out of its reach before they started to move forward and leave the hulker behind. Doing this type of thing was extremely dangerous but since most of them were from Mr. Cuervo's fold, in their heads, the show must go on.