• Surrounded; he didn't seem the least bit worried. The first made it's lunge for him and a simple motioned side step sent the attacker stumbling. One by one the rest filed in for their chance at him, like the ultimate dance of evasion he tripped one and grabbed another by the collar of his shirt and ballroom danced the him into the others.
    Pat stood a good distance away from the display, pushing his thick rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Nice style but-"

    He looked over at Pat, his amusement turned to confusion as he turned his head to the side. A noise behind him was too late of a warning, one had picked itself up and took a nasty bite out of the man's shoulder causing him to roar.

    He sighed. "- Now You're fcked." Pat shook his head, his homeroom textbook gripped tight in his sweaty palms as he left the idiotic show off to his fate. In a zombie apocalypse, you're only seasoning a bloody steak for them with such displays of arrogance.