The bastard turns his eyes on me, and I automatically clench my fist. Its bloody mouth parts, and I can see bits and pieces of Bill caught between its disgusting teeth. For a second, there's something there, in the thing's eyes, and I think the freaking zombie is taunting me. I grin; if it's a fight it wants well then it's a fight it's going to get. The thing starts moving towards me, and it's pathetically slow. Before he can move a foot, I pull out my pistol and plant him one right through the head. I continue on my way.