Splinters grinned. "Just the way I like to deal with these things." He took out his Winchester 1895 rifle from his back and following Cyrus out the door. He whistled. "Colder than regular nights, tonight." He glanced at his left, then right. The red-eyed stranger, named Gavril, finally came back, it seemed. "We're going zombie hunting." The tin star on his shirt reflected the moon and the stars surrounding it. He tapped his rifle absently, waiting for everyone to get outside the church.