"Fuck . . . let's get back to the car . . ." Chris said, feeling his knees get a little wobbly with fear at the sight of the huge dude with a giant hammer/axe thing. Chris wasn't afraid to throw down with a guy he thought he could take - and that was most guys - but this was just way out of his league. He turned around and saw that there were five zombies, and he just swore again under his breath. But it still seemed like better odds than the big fucker.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I think we have better odds against the five normal ones." He said quietly, voice dry and thick with the terror of the situation.