"Wait, what are you do-" Evan began to advance to prevent the door from being unlocked but he had responded too late to stop Simon. The latch keeping the doors shut slid open with a click and Simon took a step back from the glass doorway. "No! Keep the doors locked!"
The beaten zombie wailed as the sick scent of its blood and the chill air seeped through an open crack in the doorway. Uneven on its footing and with the sudden shift in its handhold, there was still time to prevent it from coming inside. Evan rushed forwards, intending to hold the door closed before the zombie regained its unstable footing and opened the door completely to come inside.
"Stay back, dumbass!" Simon shouted at Evan and aggressively swung the length of pipe at him to prevent him from approaching the front doors. "I'm fixing your idiot mistake." Without turning to look, Simon tossed the door keys towards where George was frozen in the hallway. "You, lock the doors again once it comes inside."
George had been staring at the proceedings with wide eyes, his shock mingled with nervous fear. He fumbled the keys and nervously knelt to pick them up, keeping his eyes on the front door as he did so.
With a moment for the zombie in the grey suit to regain its footing, the front door was swung wider, a blast of chill air blowing through the lobby and the thing in the grey suit emitting a loud and long groan. Without a weapon to use, Evan quickly moved to the back of the chamber. There was no point engaging the zombie directly when Simon was also threatening him with a pipe. It rapidly lurched into the building as Simon lured it away from the front doorway.
"Come closer, you bastard." Simon whispered as he readied the heavy length of pipe in a heavy, two handed grip. The large man quickly retreated as the zombie rapidly advanced towards him with it uneven gait. Each foot forward tracked old blood into the lobby of the building. With a heavy swing, Simon hit the zombie in its side, unbalancing it, but not quite knocking it over. Simon moved into the center of the lobby as it tried to grab for him, while preparing himself for another swing.
This time Evan watched as the swing hit higher up, knocking the smaller figure to the hard linoleum surface of the front lobby. The zombie immediately began to push itself up again, but Simon stepped forwards and swung again, bringing the far end of the pipe heavily against its skull with a loud crack.
"Watch how I do it, asshole." Simon called out as he looked up to meet Evan's eyes. "This is how you handle these things!" The zombie tried grabbing at Simon's leg in a sudden diving lunge, but Simon hopped back just in time and brought the pipe down again upon its skull. The strike landed heavily, battering the jawbone against the ground with a wet crack and splitting open the flesh over its left eye with a deep cut.
George carefully ran past them for the door and held it closed, fiddling with the locking mechanism in a haste to get out of there as soon as it was done. Evan stared as Simon began to slam the pipe again and again upon the undead ghoul's skull. Repeatedly slamming the pipe down, the sound of the violence grew more intense as swing after swing produced increasingly sick cracks and wet rending as flesh tore.
Strike after strike continued producing heavy cracks, each blow coming as the zombie shifted its legs and lifted its head, still edging closer towards its attacker despite its head being consistently struck each time. Thick blood oozed from tears in the flesh as heavy snaps echoed through the air. Hammering against the ground again, blood and bone fragments spattered against the ground, the wail of the zombie continuing as teeth ripped from its jaw skidded across the floor.
The zombie's skull still stubbornly resisted each blow as Simon brought the pipe down again and again, taking a step backwards or to the side as it still attempted to reach him despite the battering it took. Dead blood began to splatter from the force of each new impact, a tiny droplet as cold as ice landing on Evan's hand. He wiped it off quickly onto a piece of paper pinned to a corkboard hung on the wall.
Still, Simon hammered into it with all his strength, pausing only when the thing tried lunging for his ankle or was crawling a bit too close. When there was a pause as Simon stepped away, it attempted to stand. Depite the heavy injuries to its head, it still moved as if its broken jaw and face were not an issue. It still pushed itself to its feet in an attempt to rise up. Each time, Simon used all his strength to brutally knock it to the floor before it could fully rise up.
Having finished securing the door, George watched the attack while holding his own steel bar up before him. Evan had moved to the side as Simon and the zombie had proceeded towards the back of the lobby area, an unsettling, small streak of blood leading from the door to where the two fought now.
Evan stared nervously as Simon's brutal attacks finally began leaving small deformations in the shape of the skull, yet the zombie still moved. Evan moved towards George, as Simon and the zombie were now near the back corner. Despite the efforts of his attacks and the earlier injuries it had acquired, the zombie was still advancing, forcing Simon to pull back or circle around and keep his wits about him so he would not be cornered. Perhaps noticing the deformation in the skull and sensing looming success, Simon yelled as he delivered another hard blow and another.
Wincing with a final blow, the head finally caved in, splattering gore within the nearest few feet and leaving a big mess of it on the floor at Simon's feet. Simon hit it in the skull a couple more times to be sure, fully splitting the plates of the skull apart into a gory mess. The lower part of Simon's legs were splattered in dark splotches and Simon looked up to meet Evan's eyes. "That is how you handle them. You have to be willing to go all the way."
