"Jesus," Mort hissed, watching the kid go to town and back on the no longer walking dead. Hell, the way the kid was swinging, they were both were practically more at risk of getting infected by flying bits than they ever were of actually being scratched or bitten. Maybe the kid really did have a death wish.
After having to duck behind the door to avoid getting a faceful of decaying brain matter, Mort decided he had to step in. "Kid, what are you trying to do? Bash a hole into the subways? That thing ain't even got a head left anymore!"