"Fuck off and die!" the man creating concussive blasts yelled pulling his arms up to aim and fire again. "You're all freaks. I'm a freak. We shouldn't exist! Do the world a favor and die already!"
He fired his blast, the floor boards breaking as it funneled forward. Threnody was still in the way and wasn't really in position to move. But this time she could feel the energy as it approached and instead of letting it sweep over her and past her. She 'reached out' and took it. Absorbing the lot of it through her skin, her back arching and forcing her to sit up on her knees at the effort, the pain.
The zombie got itself back on its feet and took the anger it's creator was feeling as a direction, an order. It ran at the group of men, screaming Threnody's name and tearing off limbs as soon as it found a grip.