[]Those zombies really like that marine.[/i] Wright was thinking just as he swung the broom that had to replace his crowbar at one particularly ugly fellow's zombie head, causing the zombie to topple over a couch while breaking the broom portion off, leaving a convenient length stick remaining. There was another one coming through the door; this was ample opportunity to put his glock away, grab a surprisingly light coffee table and toss it at the new arrival. It screeched as it fell out of the doorway.

[i]I could have taken a leg off that table... oh well.[/i]

He readied his broom stick for whatever else might come out.