[color=fff79a][b]HE SWINGS!

HE SCORES!
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Thread felt the cold of the blood spatter across his face as Betty gave the zombies head a quick hug, caving in its skull and crushing its eyes into a strangely 'delicacy' looking mush. 

[color=fff79a][b]AND IT LOOKS LIKE WE HAVE ANOTHER CONTENDER! [/b][/color]

Turning round to the sound of footsteps Thread twisted his hip and planted his right foot backwards, turning into it with Betty in his arm.

[color=fff79a][b]OHHH. THAT LADY NEEDS A NEW FACE, ANYONE GOT A SPARE?[/b][/color]

Another zombie stumbled out of the bathroom, its pants at its ankles, indignity the last thing on his mind as it ran (As best a zombie can with jeans around its ankles) at Thread.

[color=fff79a][b]LOOKS LIKE THIS GUY HAS SOMETHING TO GIVE, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN![/b][/color]

Swapping Betty around in his hands - Thread grabbed a glass from the table next to him and threw it in the air, just as the zombie came into swinging distance the glass smashed into its face.

[color=fff79a][b]HEYYYY BATTER-BATTER-BATTER-BATTER SWINGGG BATTER![/b][/color]

Thread swung his arms around in an arch and half the zombie head collided with the portrait of the dead owners ancestors - or some sentimental bullshit like that, brains stained the painting.

Three more zombies came into the café via the door, three soft twinkles of the bell came with them. Smashing his elbow through the vending machine, Thread took a snickers and had a large bite before throwing it at the nearest (fattest) zombie, who growled as the wrapped slipped down its blood drowned face.

Grabbing Betty tightly he took down his hood and spread his arms wide.

[color=fff79a][b]"PLAY BALL!"[/b][/color]