He caught the bag awkwardly, almost dropping it in his dismay at her pulling out a gun. "Thought you said you could control them!" he snapped, hastily reinforcing his grip on the bag and rifling through it. "You didn't say you went around shooting corpses in the head!"
He found the can and the lighter quickly enough, but - burn it? They'd only just raised it! And if it was a murder victim... But he couldn't let it keep pursuing Merci while he hesitated. Darting a couple of steps forward, he scooped up another handful of dirt from the grave and hurled it expertly at the zombie's head. "Tom! This way, come get me!"