*He casually kicks with thick leather boots, shoves a dagger or a sickle into a skull. It is dancelike, almost; all quick smoothness save the occasional sharp turn.

*And once the gate is open he is through it in moments, stabbing a zombie on the way.* Thank you.

I have provisions, if you need some? *Provisions are people. But they deserved it.* And I can get more if you like.