"...it's your funeral," Ezra said. Then he nodded at the door. When it was opened, Ezra rushed. He didn't hang back at all, he wound up with the crowbar, and as the zombie fell forward as the door it was pounding on wasn't holding it upright anymore, he swung hard, and checked it backwards with his shoulder into the storage room.
Like usual with Ezra - the fight was ugly, brutal and short. He got the thing down and pounced on it, crowbar rearing back and crashing down hard and fast, fracturing the face first, caving it inwards. he didn't stop there though, keeping going because you had to be sure. You had to be positive.