Kavaxas grinned, reviving the Shredder with one swift swipe of his claw.

The Shredder rose from his coffin, within Kavaxas’ base.

He was an undead zombie now, but he was still sentient, not like a stereotypical zombie. He wasn’t after brains, he could think, plan, talk, fight.

He saw you, aka Tigerclaw, Rahzar, Kavaxas and Fishface.

“I…Live?”