Its a single infected and one newly so. She's still fresh with only a little flesh missing. Tara watches her, crouched low and waiting. But the girl races past, foaming at the mouth as she chases the dog.  The infected disapears around a corned and Tara dart forward, peering around to check her progress. "the 'mard don't have bullets." She comments softly "but I know where does." Her head cocks as she steps forward again, taking his hand and looking up at him