"Healing!" a man's voice rang our among the gun shots and both Frankie and Bartholomew's heads turned towards the sound and the distinctive scent of antiseptic. It was always easier to pick off the ones which were hurt, when they were too distracted to see what was going on behind them. Frankie stayed up on top of the building, keeping crouched low while the horde swarmed around the five survivors, each one laying into the mass of zombies with shot guns and assault rifles, but all being to transfixed on their own survivor to notice there team mate dropping behind the rest.

While Frankie hid from sight Bartholomew crawled along the ground, his short stature making it hard to pick him out among the commons until he screamed and pounced on the man, claws plunging into his neck while he bit down on his left shoulder dragging him to the floor, hearing the other survivors yell out and shoot haphazardly in his direction, unable to get any closer.

Frankie smirked and saw Bartholomew smile, looking up to where he was hidden and giving him a nod of his head before Frankie shot all three of his tongues out, wrapping around the corpse and hauling it onto the building out of sight, Bartholomew clinging to the body, coming along for the ride and landing beside Frankie.

"Good one bitch" Frankie said, the nearest thing to a compliment having ever come out of the smokers mouth. Bartholomew grinned and shuffled around on the spot like a giddy child before joining Frankie on all fours to feast on their kill.

Hunting was always easier when mixed with teamwork afterall.