Brad made a quick few steps over to the barricaded door. The guy...zombie...thing...was no threat right now, but he hated to put off the inevitable. That said, could he really kill another living thing? He shook his head to himself and looked at the guy who had called him over. Brad said softly, "I think we have to kill it. When I say go, open that door as fast as you can." Brad gripped the table leg as hard as he could feeling adrenaline and rage build up in his system. The testosterone flowed through his veins.<br/><br/>"Go!" As soon as the door opened, Brad aimed for the thing's head and, eyes closed, took one massive, baseball like swing.<br/><br/>