Unfortunately their rest was short-lived. Almost before the women were done dressing a rustling was heard nearby, and the branches moved aside to reveal a small hoard of eight Walkers. They were shuffling forward, their noses drawing them to the group, and once they were within sight it seemed like their shuffling increased in pace.<br/><br/>Dr. Beauman had been standing near that part of the forest about to relieve himself again when the undead appeared. He let out a shrill cry of surprise and scuttled back to the group like a rabbit fleeing from a fox. Eliza quickly unshouldered her bow and reached for an arrow, but her quiver only held a handful of them and there were several handfuls of Walkers to deal with.<br/><br/>If that wasn't bad enough, a Walker emerged from the water. It's hair hung in front of it's face, it's eyes glaring in dead paleness as it stepped up on the bank. Behind it the water rippled, and then the head of another Walker appeared.<br/><br/>They had walked across the lake.