Jon watched the zombies go, and picked himself up, ignoring the man's hand. He had no intention of going friendly anymore. He slowly grabbed his machete, deciding the man probably won't have a problem with that anymore since the zombies were gone. Jon glared at him and spoke. "Play time?" He muttered. Jon held tightly to his weapon and took one small step closer to the man. "Thanks for the welcome. I guess you're the demon here?"

[i]Run. Run. Run.[/i] That's what Jon kept thinking. But his feet didn't move and he kept his eyes on the man.