The crossing was a blur to Logan. He saw the walkers and that familiar  smile crept across his face. Then he looked at Blondie pulling her pants up and thought what a waste. Knife in hand he backed up slow trying to keep himself in front of the othets.<br/><br/>"They can smell us, but smell drifts and lingers. We can see them, that's better. How far to this store? If need be get some mud and smear it on yourself to block your scent and chance of swesting."