[ Sam nods in silence, then jams a machete through the head of one of the walkers. ]
C'mon. [ And he moves with precision through the horde, cutting down their foes when necessary, checking a little more than he probably should to make sure Dean's following. This is like home, but it isn't home. They're in their old routine, but not quite.
A short distance ahead, he spots some residents fighting off the zombies and moves toward them, cutting a path. It's clear that his intention is to aid them as best they can, to shepherd them toward one of the houses that's been safeguarded. ]
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C'mon. [ And he moves with precision through the horde, cutting down their foes when necessary, checking a little more than he probably should to make sure Dean's following. This is like home, but it isn't home. They're in their old routine, but not quite.
A short distance ahead, he spots some residents fighting off the zombies and moves toward them, cutting a path. It's clear that his intention is to aid them as best they can, to shepherd them toward one of the houses that's been safeguarded. ]