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The difference between the good guys and the bad guys

Is whether they use a human shield or make themselves one.

Napier couldn't hold back a laugh at the offer, though it was short and harsh. "So pull a miracle out me arse an' git a meal-on-wheels for thanks? You must think I'm stupid or sumfin'. But... eh. Got nothin' better to do. You'd make a s**t meal, tho'. Might as well just turn ya. Be a chap and hold out'cha hand for me?"

Napier rolled his eyes as he leaned forward and bit down on Walter's ring finger just hard enough to break the skin. "Yer a right little pisser, ain'tcha? Now lift up y'shirt, I don' wanna leave anything on ya that'cha can't stitch over after y'reanimate."

Napier pulled a piece of steel rebar from some of the concrete around them and hefted it in his hand. "Do shut up, y'little tosser," he said just before running Walter through the chest with the iron bar. He'd considered the larynx, but that would run the risk of severing the spinal column and leaving him basically a talking head. He watched as Walter's life ended almost instantly and painlessly, then jerkily started again as he was reborn as a Ghoul. "Welcome t' th' other side, mate."

Walter Felt the steel pierce his body, and the death was quick. He felt his life leaving him slowly, but that only last a few seconds. He closed his eyes, and went still. His heart stopped, his breathing ceased, and he became still. Then the smallest of movements could be seen. His right foot was tapping. His arms slowly lifted and moved toward the buckles that kept his body in the chair. They slowly deftly undid the buckles, slowly opening them.

His arms then moved to rest on the arm rests of the chair. Walters, senses were gone. He couldn't even open his eyes, despite the amount he was trying. He struggled to open his eyes, painstakingly trying to get his senses back. Then His head lifted up and his eye lids slowly lifted. His mind was almost overloaded as his sight, smell, and hearing came back to him many fold.

At first he didn't move much because of the sensory overload. But after a few moments he slowly put his tank top and flannel back on, and slowly climbing to his feet for the first time in years. He towered over Napier. He was taller even than Ape seemed to be. He stood 7ft3.

"Now..." "Let's get the little guy safely back to his comrads."

The Ghoul woman's face twisted into a mask of rage when she was stabbed in the neck, and she shoved at Keilin hard enough to send her some distance away. "Keep yo' crackah hands OFF me, girl!"

Napier tilted his head at the racial epithet in the distance, then turned his attention back to Beast and Walter. "Tall bugger, in'cha? An'... yeh... Bit o' difficulty there, mate. Ain't a prayer o' 'im gettin' out o' here wivout first aid or sumth'n' like that. Or, y'know, one o' the Dead. Don' change y'brain much, jus' a preference fer rilly, rilly rare meat."

Mama Jay saw the knife coming towards her head and dodged with a speed she certainly hadn't possessed in life. Three hundred beautiful pounds of Nigerian didn't exactly move like a hummingbird, but she was definitely faster than a normal human now that she was one of the Dead. "Girl, you wanna stop trippin' fore I gotta smack a ho."

Napier took out his scalpels and had the shattered remains of Beast's arm cut away from the stump in a matter of seconds. After a moment's consideration, he picked out a few pieces of flesh from the amputated limb and tossed one to Walter, popping one of the others into his mouth. "Give it a try, mate. 'S pretty good. I mean... not excellent, still a bit too artificial for me own tastes, but you might take a shine to it."