The undead threat swelled, cutting Naomi and Logan off visually from the man with the eye patch. Logan's fighting skills pushed back some of the immediate threat, giving him a chance to catch his breath as the sound of the woman entering the water reached him.  She seemed to have chosen to flee rather than fight; perhaps a good idea considering she didn't look like she had any weapons.<br/><br/>The sound of someone's voice coming through the shrubs and trees about fifteen feet away from Logan could be heard. At first it was undecipherable, but soon the words became more distinct.<br/><br/>"Oh God oh God... Daddy come on, please! You can do this!"<br/><br/>The voice wasn't a child's, nor did it sound overly mature, but the accompanying sound of a man panting and struggling as they broke through brush and branch were full of desperation.  A moment later two people came into sight, one<a class="link link--external" href="https://meador.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/day-hiker.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a man who seemed in decent shape and was maybe in his middle fifties</a>, and<a class="link link--external" href="http://lobaoutdoors.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/womanhunting.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">a woman, perhaps in her late twenties</a>, who seemed focused on keeping her father alive.  His scruff beard had snagged some leaves in their frantic flight away from the threat, and his hat barely stayed on his sunburned head.  His daughter caught a glimpse of Logan and for a moment her breath caught, thinking that he was a Walker too close to them, but she was audibly relieved when she saw he still breathed.<br/><br/>Her eyes went from Logan to the Walkers, to the river where Naomi was swimming towards the downed ship, and then back to Logan.  "There are more. A lot more," she panted, then looked at her father. "We gotta swim Daddy. We can make it."<br/><br/>Her father was having a hard time with his exhaustion but he began to peel off his pack and nod his head. His daughter did the same, her left arm strung through the pack and her bow, the other helping her father as they slushed through the water, desperately putting distance between themselves and the things that wanted to eat them.<br/><br/>"Damn zombies," the father muttered, his glasses getting splashed by the water.  "If I never see another brain-sucker again in my life it'll be too soon."<br/><br/>"Just swim, Daddy." Soon they were out in the current, halfway between the ship and the shore. Ahead of them Naomi had safely reached the ship and for the moment it was quiet and appeared empty.  The slant of the deck made an easy place for anyone to climb up on the vessel.  Behind them on the shore most of the newly arrived Walkers were stopped by the water, pacing back and forth as if it was a barrier, but a few of them did venture in and walked, despite the rising water, until their heads disappeared beneath the current.