There's a herd at the gates. At least fifty of 'em. Their attention's on getting past and it's staying there cause of the hail on the roofs. But be careful all the same.

[It wouldn't be the first time any of them had skirted a herd. The ability for communication while doing so in small groups was a first though. Made keeping the stupid headset in his ear worth it.]

Find Glenn a stick to play baseball with while you're moving. It'll be better than that rock of his.