Seth looked to his left, seeing some pink-haired guy following after, looking googly-eyed at the Iron Queen person. "Shape up or Fuck up." he yelled, moving to the side and bring his leg up. A zombie was slammed into his foot, but before it could bite him Seth grabbed his other drum stick and jammed it into the thing's rotten eyeball, piercing the brain and killing it instantly.

"To the ruff." 

He dashed up the stairs, shoving zombies out of the way whenever necessary. He was taking this, like before, surprisingly well - it was almost fun to him, in a demented, horrified sort of way. Seeing a zombie blocking his way, Seth twirled behind the undead, wrapping his arms around the thing's torso and bending his lower back backwards. They both slammed into the ground, with the zombie's head bursting into gray brain matter.

"The deds tho..." Seth muttered, rolling up the stairs to continue his momentum, before stopping when he was on the roof. He saw other people up there as well...while the gates burst open like this was some bad TV Show.

"Mother of God...hell has been unleashed. God has asked for the sinners to repent."

He turned to the staircase, grabbing a broken, sharp piece of pipe and yanking it off. "I'm going to repent this pipe so far up the deds' asses."