It was hard to tell exactly what was going on when Harvey was in pain, on the floor, in a dark pantry with a zombie and a guy named Sangamon, but he managed to work out that the zombie had ended up gnawing on its own arm. That just couldn't be healthy.

The thing figured out its mistake soon enough, though, and then started to move toward him again. "Give me a break!" Harvey snarled as he finally got to his feet, leaning on the nearby shelf as his mind scrambled to figure out what to do next. One of his hands tried to find the door's handle behind him while he shuffled for his metal pipe with the other.

He flung his arm out with it, aiming to hit the thing in the chest. If he could just push it back for a second, he could get the door open.