You think you've gotten the best of me? That you're better than me? Well, you're not! The zombie snapped, jerking away from the touch that left his chest glowing bright, bloodshot eye pinpointed with rage behind that broken visor. You don't go until I say you can go...

Panting, he cocked his head. Towards Tucker, then towards Locus. That thin, nasal laughter cracked free for a moment before he shifted, spun on his heel and hurled the blade forward.

Past Tucker. Towards the lumbering mass making his way after them, heedless of York's concerns.