Re: clem rescue - graham/shane/jack/clem
[Jack didn't seem to see much of anything, barely acknowledging that the other two men in the hall weren't just more of the dead. When the door squealed open and the shamblers began to pile in, he was too busy, charging the heart of the group to notice Graham shoving his way through their masses, chopping through them like so much meat.
He dropped his shoulder and slammed into one of the walking corpses, collecting the one behind it in a sharply bladed drive, one arm out ahead slicing cleanly through the rotting stomach of the first walker and into the tattered spinal cord of the one behind. They went sprawling to the ground, their overripe bodies splintering into mold and blood as they fell. This was close, close combat, in striking distance rather than holding back in fear of what their fluids might do if they got into his mouth or his eyes. He had no fear. There was only tearing, ripping, destroying. Several of the zombies at the back of the group turned their attention from the door to face a newer, closer food source, and he cut the groping hands of the closest off at the wrist.]