Dan's smiled. Quite a transformation. And lightning? Heh. Usually, the Smiths would be out to kill a monster like him.
"Dan Smith," he replied.
Suddenly, as he stepped forward, his foot descended a foot into wet mud, momentarily trapping him. As he tried to pull himself free, seven brown zombies rose out of the muck, groaning for brains.
Dan didn't waste a second. He cut down the closest ones, blasting their skulls open. As the last one rushed at him, he drew the knife with his right hand as his left closed around the zombies' throat, holding it off. As its enormous strength began to overwhelm him, he brought the knife around and drove the blade into its skull.