"Can't imagine how," Peter says, eyebrow cocked, "The whole part where corpses aren't trying to eat your faces seems like it could be a bonus to me."

Georgia hasn't bothered sighting the zombies in the distance. With the way she's handling the gun and talking dead people, he assumes she knows she probably can't make multiple headshots from that far away and risk what ammo they did give her. Peter's a little relieved at that, actually - there's hyping up Rambo to the other Guardians and then there's actually being teamed up with some joker who thinks they're Rambo because they got a gun. Georgia, thank God, isn't one of those people.

Peter decides to go for a side alley, ducking around dumpsters and old, rotting trash as he glances up, trying to look for a fire escape they can use for a better vantage point until...

"Think I got one."