Dan gave a sidelong glance at the scythe-wielding man. That was quite a weapon. Dan could not help but smile: he had been dropped into a world filled with psychopaths and priests with scythes and whips. Wonderful. He'd fit right in.
A giant of a zombie exploded out of the muck, arms extended in a bear-hug. Dan grinned and kicked it in the chest. He blasted its skull open before it even hit the ground.