Ved
His heavy boots smashed through the Glass doors of The Walmart, landing in a roll he leaped up and threw his fist like a bullet into the skull of the nearest infected, chuncks of blood and brains splattering, but none entering his mouth as it was covered by a bandana.

He kicked hard, sending an infected into a small group of others, then turned on the balls of his feet to send another fist into the skull of an infected. 
[color=9e0b0f][i]"Two down, a dozen and a half to go."[/i][/color]
He growled lowly to himself, slipping a specialized [url=http://www.swords24.eu/images/products/en/Knife_Cold_Steel_Safe_Maker_II_12CS.jpg]fist blade[/url] under his brass knucles, swinging his hands as quickly as he could, tearing through the tripping crowd of the undead.

Finaly only one remained, and he smiled widely as he grabbed it by the neck, throwing him down onto the floor and bringing the heel of his boot down with a loud smash, like the sound of a pumpkin being stomped on.