"I don't need your help son" he snarled at the man. "now im currently the ONLY one stopping the zombies killing you, throw your weapon down and ill lower mine.... or i could get them" mutters in a different language. "restless" all the zombies start to grow restless and slowly start to crowd around the man. "NOW THROW DOWN THE WEAPON!".
he turns his attention back to the women, "FREQUENCY ONE", turns attention back to man. "god damn it, lazy cowl wont listen to me, you know her?"