"Oh, go fuck yourself! I didn't ask for your help, I could have handled this on my own! And what idiot decides to pack a hand-cannon like that? You'll attract every zombie in a damn ten-mile radius! At least I was indoors when I whistled, the only ones who'd hear it are in there! And I'd much rather fight them one at a time out here than in that enclosed space! They're stupid, don't you get it? They won't team up on you, and they're slow as hell. Bash one on the head, if it's not dead after that, it'll still be on the ground and might as well be dead." Alex snapped. "Or haven't you been toe-to-toe with them? Sure is comfy having that gun, I may have a pair myself but I didn't want to waste bullets and create noise! Guns are for desperation, things like this are for clearing out small numbers like that!" he pointed at three zombies shambling out, each ten feet apart from one another. "If you don't want any more coming along, just shut the hell up an leave them to me, or grab something you can jam through their eye sockets!" he sneered.<br/><br/>He even dared walk right up to the first one, the other two barely keeping up with it. "Sorry, whoever you were. Nothing personal." he said, raising the wrench above his head. The zombie opened its mouth to moan, but no sound came; the wrench was already buried within its skull. Alex backed off and let the zombie slump to the ground, dead. He gripped the wrench again and put his foot on the zombie's skull, pulling as hard as he could and withdrawing the weapon. "See, this never runs out of ammo, either. Could use a crowbar, though, it's longer and would probably stand up to more skull-cracking without getting dented..."<br/><br/>The other two were approaching, and a few more were moaning inside the store. "The others should be here soon. With any luck, by then we'll have most of the store cleared out and we won't have to waste time getting everything set up. Something tells me if that one lady's friends were attacked by bandits, they might find us. We'll need to be ready to defend ourselves against smarter, faster enemies. These guys are nothing." he said, kicking the next zombie in the chest and knocking it over. Standing atop its chest, he kicked the bottom of its chin as hard as he could; the sound was the most disgusting he'd ever heard, but the result was the zombie's still-living head popped off and rolled towards the next one.