He was a great fighter, but he usually knew what he was dealing with. He didn't like going into a fighter lacking info, but it seemed they would have no choice.
"All right." A knife practically appeared in hand as he flicked it out. "Let's go for the high ground. We can climb on one of the cars and get them straight in the head. And hope that that works, I guess."
If not. Well. They had legs. They'd have to make use of them.
He trotted over to a car and hopped up on the hood, running up and getting on the top. It wasn't an extremely large car but it did give him a height advantage, and he was light enough that the car didn't seem to mind too much. He stayed in the middle to keep some distance before the zombies would reach it, handle firmly gripped, ready to jab it in once he had a chance. It wasn't a lot of fun waiting for the slow, lumbering thing to make it over to him.
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"All right." A knife practically appeared in hand as he flicked it out. "Let's go for the high ground. We can climb on one of the cars and get them straight in the head. And hope that that works, I guess."
If not. Well. They had legs. They'd have to make use of them.
He trotted over to a car and hopped up on the hood, running up and getting on the top. It wasn't an extremely large car but it did give him a height advantage, and he was light enough that the car didn't seem to mind too much. He stayed in the middle to keep some distance before the zombies would reach it, handle firmly gripped, ready to jab it in once he had a chance. It wasn't a lot of fun waiting for the slow, lumbering thing to make it over to him.