With the strike, the strong smell of blood it brought had the zombie caring little for anything more now than to get a taste. His hand released the sword and grabbed forward as he thrust his face the same way, biting wildly. The human had hit the wall and with nowhere to run, the zombie had him. His hand grasped the human's shoulder as teeth finally met flesh at the point of Harvey's neck - what would be his bite.

After tasting the blood and meat, the other human interfered, grabbing him from behind and throwing him away. A bite of flesh went with the zombie as he crashed into the shelves and collapsed onto a heap of flour sacks.

[ooc: Feel free to escape if you want, he got his bite]