Fantastic. He had zombie brains and blob all over him. And the rain and such was still coming down. And the bloody shufflers were still staggering toward them.
"God," he moved to push himself back to his feet with a grunt of discomfort, no thanks to his stupid knee. Putting all of his effort into hammering the crap out of that zombie's face was tiring.
Sighing, he turned to look toward the few stragglers, "I think they get around better than me right now..." He nodded to Teagan's words, "to help us, I hope?" He moved to do his best to swing the hammer not-so-unlike a cricket bat. Maybe that was how he should look at things. It connected with the Lurker's cheek bone with a nice crunch.
It was an awful sound, really. It sort of made him want to throw up.