"Please tell me you got a plan, Einstein." Howard tries as hard as he can to keep up, but his foot catches on something and he sprawls into Sherlock's side.

Howard's afraid of a lot of things. Aside from Aunamee, being eaten alive is one of them. He still remember pulling a flesh-eating worm out of Orc's face. He remembers the bones left behind from kids who wandered too close to the zeke field. If it weren't for the fact that he was already exerting himself stumbling along, he knows he'd feel his heart pounding. Terror starts to clench his brain like a vice.