Carol's reservations

"Did you get the ones over by that entrance?" Carol called out while cracking open a zombie's skull all the while ignoring its last-ditch attempts at maneuvering with its jaw alone to bite at her ankle.

Carol then dropped the pointy end of her saber down, right into the zombie's brain matter, before using the blade as a shovel to dig the core out.

"I'm about to," Daria called back, already making her way over to the site Carol pointed.

There was hardly any danger to their job.

Sure, there were some zombies who remained mobile even after all the carnage brought forth by the firearms. Even the head of the evolved zombie that by some miracle survived the mortar shell explosion wouldn't cease its attempts to bite at them.

And yet…

This wasn't the level of danger that Carol would seriously consider, not to speak about Daria.