All variety of pants-pissing thoughts descended on me as I stared up at the fortress of trees marking the entrance to the forest. I remembered that we had no idea just how big the island was. It could be absolutely swarming with the undead or it could be some kind of killer bear sanctuary.
Carl’s knife was big but it wasn’t that big. There was a a bitter innuendo in there somewhere, but I was just too damn frightened to consider it.