They move pretty quickly, considering they're dead.

"Blood-sucking bastards," the Captain growls, shouldering his assault rifle.

The gun barks three times. The sound that follows shortly after can only be best described as a watermelon being smashed by a baseball bat.

The Captain lowers his rifle and smiles proudly. Even after all that we've gone through, he still manages to find joy in the simple things.

"Took off the top half of his head," he muses.