"I know," Jamie said. He swung his club in a wide semi-circle, only just getting glimpses of undead faces. "Oh," Jamie said, laughing in a quietly hysterical way, "That one has no nose." He'd faced all sorts of frightening situations but this was just creepy.
"Welcome," he swallowed. "Don't let them bite you, either. Or scratch you. That would be Very Bad. If there are too many, we run out of here." He cracked a skull with such ease, it suggested he might have been on a professional baseball team once.