Chantelle looked around and walked up face to face to the guy with the messed up speech and growled, putting the knife to his throat and smiling evily.
"I may like my fun and games with the undead and living but I do not desire seeing other people do it infront of my eyes. That guy will need serious medical attention, and the walkers will hear that sound, smell the blood and be drew to this part of the city. You are merely a fool who needs to put a line on how sadistic he is."
The blade had made his neck bleed only slightly and she pulled the blade away, licking his blood off before growling once more.