The Night Fury nods his agreement. Out in the open, during the day, he's a hard shape to miss, now that the decaying dead things are paying attention to him. He gets to his feet properly, providing a platform to help Caroline to her feet, as well, and then sniffs, trying to gauge which way might be clear of zombies.

His sense of smell is dulled, too, like his vision to some extent, but it's still far more keen than the nose of most creatures. He chooses a direction that doesn't smell so bad and begins to move.