Another dismembered head rolled by as Conner sneezed. Being allergic to zombies was great for knowing when they were near, but fighting them, not so much. “Why not grass,” he thought using his chainsaw to mutilate another animated corpse. His itchy eyes watered so bad a dagger wielding zombie almost struck home. A bit more chainsaw work and it was no more. And the headache was almost too much. One of those almost migraines that felt like his brain was going to split in two. Which is why when the axe wielding zombie cleaved his skull, Collin almost felt relief.