Two done, one to go. I was covered in old dark blood and guts of the zombies I had killed, and so was Tosti when I looked if he was okay to my right. He was more than okay, he was being a happy little doggo. Sometimes I wondered whether he was completely right in his mind. But hey, he helped me get this shit done and he kept me alive. Win win.
I played with my knife in my hand, ready to fight the last zombie, who for some reason was still walking ahead without looking back. In my mind everything had been slightly chaotic and it should have made noise, but apparently in reality it was not so. Otherwise he would have looked back, seen me and Tosti and charged instantly.
Perhaps the fact that we were covered in guts and blood also helped (though not for the sanity of my nose) as he could not smell us. Nor did we make any loud noises now. We went into stealth mode again. We came so far, basically without a scratch, and