Oh nononono...what's he doing?! Linux thought to himself. There was a zombie slowly approaching Comrade...he'd never killed one before. Comrade just quietly picked the berries while Linux stood in shock with the Trotter approaching him. Finally, adrenaline rushed in, and Linux immediately sprinted over, jumped up and kicked the Trotter in the head. Once it was down, he immediately stomped on its head several times more. Looking at each other, the two stallions discarded their plan and sprinted down the street, grabbing few of the Trotters' attention. They were now in a small western town with many turns along the roads. They had been running for about a mile, exhausted, until the coast seemed clear. They had ran far from where their original objective was, but eventually settled down in an old blacksmith shop. In there they boarded up any exit, or entrance for that matter, they continued doing what they had the night before, until they heard something out from the shadows in their small room. Linux told his friend he'd go check it out. Linux precociously walked into the shadows, armed with a bloody crowbar he found lying in the room, expecting to strike a Trotter at any moment...