Lance had managed to flee from Carol and Daryl in the forest when a decently numbered group of walkers posed as a distraction. He bolted, already half-winded from the walk it took to get this far in the dead of the night

He wasn’t in the greatest state, still painted in blood from head to foot from the Sebastian Milton walker-incident. His mind was running a mile a minute not only from the adrenaline of near-death but his slipping sanity from all witnessed. All he could think to do was just keep running, given he had no weapons.