With Brennan in tow Cullen had an opportunity - a mandatory and entirely unnecessary opportunity - to sleep in shifts for a few hours. They've since been separated for a while, and Cullen has taken to scouring the rooms for supplies. A closet spits out a single skin of water, which he hurriedly packs away at the commotion outside.

A familiar flurry of knives whirls past his view, and Cullen hurries outside, just on time to put a shield between them and another attacker's teeth. He shoves the infected man to the ground, and stabs down with his sword. Two down, one--

"To your left!"