"Sorry. You had to know..." She whispered. Obviously, she had weighed the possible dangers of her breaking the formation against those of their not all being warned in time and had settled for speed as the more important factor. She thought about his question as quickly as she moved, calculating rapidly, deciding within seconds. "Not the plane. We'd not make it in time, we'd have to head back, cross the fields, they're full of holes and bits of metal, bones, glass, stuff you can't see because of the hay, it's too risky. There's a path to our left, leading south, we'd best get onto it. If we need to run, it's our best option, trees and undergrowth slow us down more than them."<br/><br/>She thought again, her face creased in a frown, then added. "There's a group of rocks down the path, almost a circle, if we need to, we can make a stand there, keep Ashleigh safe in the middle, kill all that come at us, and then we run for it again, as fast as we can, staying on the path. It's quite a decent hare chase route. Ah - that's what we call a run - hide and rest - run again sort of way." She had apparently also accepted what she had picked up through the team's interactions, that Ashleigh was the weakest member of the group, and the one to be protected by all means. Matching the group's tempo, Franka moved along, hoping they'd reach the path soon, and listening intently again, even sniffing the cold night air.<br/><br/>She would almost have added a few more minutes to the time she had calculated they'd have left till the first infected would appear. But then, much closer than Franka would have wished, bad luck struck twice. A brown owl and an eagle owl flapped their wings, shrieking, fighting. The noise of the eagle owl's failed attack carried far, over the fields, and were soon after drowned in a human cry of rage, followed by a long howl, as the infected headed towards the birds. There was a flutter of wings and more shrieks, as both the unfortunate hunter and its lucky prey separated and fled. Already, the infected's voice, roaring and howling, was answered by similar cries. They seemed to push each other towards a more frenzied rage with every cry they uttered or heard, and they were, no doubt, heading towards the team. "The path, run, no sound!"