"That's what I like to hear," Martin said, pressing firmly on the button for the trunk. He hopped out of the car and took hold of his trusty nine-iron. "I'll hit 'im low to bring him down, you get him in the head." That was the sort of thing that he'd always wanted to say. Maybe he'd seen it in a movie once... maybe twice. It wasn't a particularly clever line, admittedly, but it made him sound so badass. He grinned, and started half-singing a song to draw the zombie's attention towards them. He thought this song to be appropriate: "Kill the zombies by shooting them in the head/ They can't eat you if you make them dead..."

The zombie lurched forward at the sound, somewhat enraged (not so much at the words, but it was probably safe to assume that it didn't like his tone.) "They'll limp around in blood and cover things in stains
They'll moan and groan and try to eat your flesh and brains" He readied his 'beatin' stick' as the undead came closer. When it came within ten feet with them, he rushed at the creature, proudly brandishing his nine-iron like a sword and took a swing at its stomach. "FOOOORE!"

It was less that she wanted to help and more that she didn't feel safe in the car. Adja jumped at every noise and took this opportunity to get out of the screaming metal deathtrap they called a vehicle and grab a pan to properly whack something with. She didn't say anything to Jason, who was already taking the initiative to do the same. Not a word passed between them: Jason was too far out of his element to offer anything and generally preferred quiet when it came to things that involved...well... the possibility of being eaten alive by ravenous undead. Adja, on the other hand, was busy flipping through one of her books, and chanting: "Tueri, ostendi, regreri. Tueri, ostendi, regreri." It was recognisably Latin, and not her usual choice in lore, but at this point she would try just about anything if not to see that it would work. They began searching the grounds for threats, survivors, anything really.