Brad's attention was on the table as they broke it down. Not because he was particularly interested, but because if he turned his attention to the poor, screaming girl, he'd never be able to forget it. Instead, he focused on applying counter force to where the wood was being struck. Each leg came off successively.<br/><br/>"Ok, I call the next one."<br/><br/>Everything was going fine until Telly managed to cut himself. A thought flew through Brad's mind. The zombies might be infecting people through their blood. If so...he put down the table when they were done with it and said, "Hey! That cut isn't safe. Make a bandage out of your shirt or something, but don't leave an open wound. We don't know how this...kind of thing...is happening." He still felt like the word "zombie" was a little taboo, but this looked as much like Left 4 Dead as anything he could imagine.