"You weren't taking the piss," Merrick said to Splinters as he reloaded his rifle. He had dispatched two of the undead with a shot to the head each, an easy task considering that they were almost completely engrossed by the girl - he was certain that she was a girl, dressed in a cloak and armed with a gun in each hand. That was some impressive power she had at her disposal, but things were going to get ugly once she had to reload. Merrick swung the breechblock back into place and moved up to get a clearer view. Undead or not, those things were in the groups way and they needed to be eliminated. Merrick pulled the trigger and another undead's head exploded, its decayed body crumpling to the ground shortly after.

Hearing the rapid fire provided by Splinters' lever-action rifle almost made Merrick wish he had one as well, but one shot from his rifle was all it took to dispel that thought. The Snider-Enfield easily ruined the day of the bullet's intended target and the one or two others behind it. With the bodies of the undead already ravaged by decay, a bullet to the leg easily tore that limb off, slowing them down considerably. Still, there were plenty of the undead converging on the girl, and more were crawling their way out of the graves. Merrick reloaded his rifle, but instead of firing, drew his bayonet and fixed it to his rifle. He was not about to charge into the undead, but he just wanted to be prepared should they get too close.

"Oi!" Merrick shouted to the girl. "Can you make your way to us? We can shoot till tomorrow and these buggers'll still be going for you!"