Matthew slammed on the break, the Toyota coming to an instant stop in the road.<br/>He snatching his rifle off the seat and pushed the safety off, glancing in all directions as he pulled up several yards away from the girl.<br/>He glanced over her quickly and frowned. Blood stains. Could be a possibility of infection if she had any open cuts.<br/>He partially rolled down his window, still appropriately paranoid.<br/>"Are you alone? Have you been bitten?"<br/>he asked, his foot resting on the gas pedal as the truck idled.<br/>She likely had a few of the zombies (or Zacks as he called them) on her rather attractive tail. This coupled with the ease of ambush in such a foliage rich stretch of road made him quite nervous.