"Sp..Spread out?" he murmured more to himself than anything.
Oh god.
Had she been bitten by one? Did she know what it was like?? No.. No, she didn't know if she was immune or not. His brows pushed together with worry and he reached out to push one of the lurkers away.
It was too close. way too close.
He exhaled rather heavily and shakily. Audibly, even. He was going to die. He was going to have a panic attack and die on the roof. Giving the creature another good shove, he nearly knocked himself off balance. No. No, this was not good.
He was immune, yes. And yes, they were stupid. Very stupid. Graham looked to Teagan when she called out to him, reminding him that they were. She was right.
"There's too many!" Maybe that was just him being too scared. Being a coward.
A bloody fucking coward.
Stumbling back from the few approaching him, Graham managed to stumble over the paint buckets. He really wasn't that clumsy, honest. But he seemed to be knocked off his feet more than anything lately. Thanks to the blobs. And now a combination of his knee and some fucking contractors who left their shit on the top of a building.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!" because yeah. The walker wanted to come with him! So before he knew it, the monster was on top of him, drooling and whatever else it was doing. It was disgusting. Managing to work his arm up between them, Graham pushed the head of the hammer between it's teeth, and turned his head away from it. Closing his eyes tightly, he gave it another good shove to get it off of him.
Giving a kick at another lurker, he rolled over to push up enough to swing the hammer down hard into the face of the one that had acted like it wanted to make out with him. "Bloody," he gave it another whack, "mother," and another, "fucker!"