The zombie swayed as he clutched a spiked microphone in his hands, holding the staff to it tightly. He was bored, blasting music on the speakers in his moshpit (which really was just a junkyard he claimed as his own area).

When he heard the approach of someone; someone he assumed to be one of the Zombie Hunters, he grinned wickedly. He fixed his mohawk as they came into view before standing up. "Let's fucking rock!" He shouted, his voice grating and boosted by his mic.