Rip looked around the condo for the woman who meant everything to him, but he couldn't find her to save his life.
One after another, zombies picked up the men around him and brought them out of the condo. Some decided to take the stairs, while others chose to just jump out of the window. But whoever came near him was ripped apart.
It didn't matter if they regrew their limbs and cloned themselves, creating more and more zombies; all that mattered was that he continued to rip through them again and again until he could hardly stand.
"You are the Reaver," grunted a new zombie, coming through the window in front of him.
Rip paused and looked around, seeing that he was the last one of his Little Bird's men in the room.
Taking a deep breath, he straightened up, towering over the zombie alpha. "I am," he said, his accent coming out thick.
