Chapter 73: How You Kill It  

Dimitri turned his head just in time to watch as two humans had their necks ripped out, blood gushing everywhere as the zombies happily feasted on their flesh.

Shrugging his shoulders, not caring about their deaths, Dimitri tipped his head toward René. "'E be shittin' a brick right about now," he chuckled. "You's wanna lend a 'and?"

Ronan snorted as Désiré strolled toward him, one hand in his pants pocket as if he was simply taking a stroll through the park. In his other hand was a baseball bat that they had found in the room, covered in dark red blood and brain matter.

Swinging the bat in a circle, he whistled a cheerful tune as the snow continued to fall around them. "Too busy," smirked Désiré. "'Sides, when does de big man need our help?"