"Awesome," he exclaimed, grinning with the grin only someone who really didn't care about his personal safety or the consequences of his actions could. Smacking another one that got to close right on the legs, he hoped that would stop them. Couldn't really walk if the said legs didn't function, now could you?

Jumping the debris piles, he wondered how many there would be and for how long they'd follow. He dealt with a Norwegian lake troll, so how hard could zombies who didn't follow the head rule be?