He pulled a lighter out of his pocket, having been a smoker in life. He lit up his new weapon, watching as more and more of those damn mindless ones ran at his meal. He laughed a little, he'd have them, one of those damn meals soon enough. He finally pulled his arm back, giving the molotov a strong toss into a window on the floor he could see the most zombies going into. The glass shatters, the alchohol flies, and it all catches fire, very quickly. Not long, no, not long at all...