A low chuckling growl rolls from Thrope as the zombie goes to pieces and is immediately cut off as one of them makes actual contact. Sadness pervades as Thrope winds up for another strike. Turning a homeless ..guy? into a zombie is just low. That's two strikes motherfucker.
Still.
His clawed hand lashes out in retaliation. Their lives will be avenged, even if there won't be anything left to mourn.
4 suxx