Luke ran out the front of the building to see the pasty-faced man lunge at Blair. Luke crouched for a second, then launched a flying kick at the man's head. It connected and the man went sprawling to the ground. Luke landed and took a fighting stance. The man got back up, his jaw hanging from his his face but showing no pain, even though it was definitely broken.
"Blair, get inside now, please," he muttered to her. As he did, the man took another lunge at her. Luke jumped forward and intercepted it, delivering another kick to the man's stomach, sending him flying again. As Blair ran inside, the man got back up and stared at him again. His eyes seemed dead, but there was glimmer left... was the man... NOT dead after all? No, the smell reminded him. He was rotting, he had a broken and hanging lower jaw, yet showed no pain. This man was for all intense and purpose, the resurrected dead. Luke ran forward to upper kick the man in the head again, but the man lunged forward and grabbed Luke around his torso, pinning one of Luke's arms in the process. He leaned down to bite Luke, but Luke threw a hand up and held the head back before it got past his ear.
"......kill.....meee....."
Luke jolted. Did he just hear correctly? Was... IT... talking?