WARNING: ZOMBIE GORE
"Not on me," Obi-Wan said. Then he offered another smile, this one a little more on the joking end of the spectrum. Because if you couldn't find humor in the middle of a zombie apocalypse then really what was the point? "But you're doing well with the shoes. I have complete faith in your ability to dispatch these creatures back to whatever soulless place they came from."
Obi-Wan nodded to the closing crowd of undead. "Shall we?"
One of the zombies, whose foot was caught on clothes hanger, let out a hungry moan. Its face half-rotted away, revealing the jawbone beneath the skin and its brain-stained teeth. It reached towards Eddie and Obi-Wan lunged forward, swiping the lightsaber directly over its wrist.
The zombie hand fell to the floor and then began crawling towards them.
"Well, that is disturbing."
He smashed the heel of his boot on the hand before it could reach Eddie. Then he jabbed the lightsaber into the zombie's torso, leaving a burned out hole in its chest. The zombie's response? Another blood curdling howl.
"Do they ever fall down?" he called back to Steve.