Tyler had already climbed in back, tossing the bat in the back.
Blaine started walking back to the truck, loosely gripping the bloody bat in his hand. He stopped by Alan and spoke in a volume that they could only hear. "As you can tell, Holly's preeeetty...unstable at times. But I wouldn't worry about her." He said, pausing for a moment before looking back up. "But you would be smart to not cross me or the other three. Otherwise, you'd hope to be infected." Blaine finished, never sounding angry. He almost seemed sadistically happy, smiling for a moment before turning back to the truck.
Stopping at the door, he turned to Alan and said, "You coming?"