"Fuck!" Johnny rocks back, staggering from the sudden loss of tension. He stares for a moment at the re-dead girl, then looks at Seth, gasping slightly.

"I'm okay," he says, though he's not, really. "But there's like, a fuckload more of them." He makes a sweeping gesture to encompass the approaching hoard.

Where did the shovel come from? Johnny casts a look around and notices, even more confusingly, a baseball bat. Well okay. Whatever goddamn works. He picks it up and hefts it. "Please tell me you have a better idea."