frankmask

His boots hit the dirt and leave it. The heel of his foot plans into the throat of an enemy, then the knee snaps back and he pivots around the center of his mass and he is facing another direction and his fist ratchets out to connect hard with someone's temple. He shifts back a step as an enemy lunges forward, the hooks the now off balance man behind the knee, bringing him down.

The men and women of Zombie Squad are, for the most part, bat shit fucking loco. But it makes me feel better to know that they're out there. Short of extinction level meteor impact or nuclear bombardment there isn't much that could hope to wipe out all of them, bless their mad little survivalist hearts.