The sound of Dipsy's footsteps against the metallic floor echoed throughout the satellite station, accompanied by the loud whirring of his chainsaw. He was on the prowl, hunting for more of the living.

Despite having no head, the re-born didn't seem at all impaired by the obvious disadvantage. His walking continued until he stopped at a crossroad, letting his chainsaw go silent as he waited. He waited for a new target, the air going dead silent.