[@Kitty]

Thread mimicked a salute. "Nice to meet you, I'm Thread but you can call me whatever." turning back to his spitting, at long last a splatter of saliva hit his boot and he rubbed the blood off with a brisk wipe from his leg. Smiling to himself proudly then looking back over to the girls unimpressed face, ceased grinning. "What brings you to this fine little village? If its the promise of abundant wealth I am afraid that ain't happening..."He put Betty in her holster on the bars of his bike, pushing the peddle into position. His voice was back to its normal British accent.

A zombie gang was headed up the street toward them, half a mile away, but still moving pretty fast. Ten maybe 12 of them, not a problem really, just have to keep the old boots clean. 

[color=a2d39c][b]STOP MESSING AROUND AND GET MOVING.[/b][/color]