Dan found it difficult to overstate his satisfaction.
When the mud slowed and stopped, he stopped running and glanced back at the mess that had consumed the western wall. Not to mention his chosen house -- and his coat. For all of that, though, there were finally things he could kill. Zombies weren't half as fun as Smiles -- no explosions -- but they would do.
He began to climb up. Zombies slipped out of the rubble, like man-eating earth worms. Dan stomped a skull in, with a satisfying crack. He drew Handsome Devil out of his coat. This could be fun.