Tom watched as the sword guy calls the back of the truck. He knew he wasn't an expert like that guy, but he had a good swing. For now, it would be enough. It's not like he had time to practice hitting dead people down. He followed them to the truck, and decided to talk for the first time to the ones who came last.

"I'm going with you guys, that okay?" He called out to the girls, Charlie and Danielle. "I'll be on the truck bed as well."

He grabbed the golf club from his backpack and smiled. "Tomlin, by the way."