To Logan it seemed only yesterday since he had been training in BUDS to become a Seal. He made it near the end of the course but then everyone was called to active duty. The military had no clue what they were facing until it was too late. After the chain of command had fallen, some soldiers tried to band together, Logan was one of the few that knew to break off. He learned long ago that sound attracted them as much as smell.<br/><br/>Reaching a clearing with knife in hand, he brushed his sweat soaked hair from his eyes. His boots found easy footing here in the damp soil, but his duster coat however had a few tears and blood stains against the black cloth. There were a few other men here and a woman, young. And attractive. He shook his head. "Really now is not the time" he thought. A few walkers stumbled forward and he actually smiled. This was the only time he felt calm without the scotch.<br/><br/>Circling to the left of the Walker he reversed his grip to a back hand on the knife and buried it in the skull of the dead.  There was a sort of grunt as it fell. His foot caught the chest of the walker. He made sure to kick heel first. A few walkers were so rotten that your leg would actually go through them. Not a good spot to be in. This one still had a little meat and it stumbled back far enough for him to remove his knife and thrust it forward into the others skull between the eyes. Still too many.<br/><br/>Catching his breath as he retreated a bit he spotted a boat in the walker. Logan knew he could make it, his training prepared him for many water excursions and learning to swim with a current was one of them. The issue wasn't getting to the boat, but what to do after. If there were any rations on it they'd be old or slim at best. Then there was getting back to land. If they didn't finish the walkers, would they leave or wait them out?