"Hi cutie!" He waved and grinned, morbidly amused with the unflappable perk of the young woman. He sat down unlatched the case.
"I bet you do, but I might want to get my licks in too," he gave a sharp smile, pulling out a shiny violin, barely tarnished. "I can make the dead dance."
He stood up and, never needing to tune, dragged the bow over the strings. A fast, lilting tune started up, sharp and too frantic to follow. The eldest of the swarm's head began to stop and tremble, before their chests began to collapse with popping noises. It left the lively and more intact zombies for the gun waving girl.