"What the fuck?" he asked again, still pretty much in complete shock. It was like he'd gone and found himself on the set of Night of the Living Dead. Only it wasn't a movie. And he had no guns to start popping all of those fuckers.

They lunged again and the girl put herself between him and the dead fucker and Murphy started muttering prayers to the good lord under his breath even as he crossed himself. Between doing that and scrambling for the knife, he was kept pretty well occupied as the girl broke it's fucking knee.

"Holy shit."

He jerked the knife out of the hip sheath he'd stuck it in and handed it over without any further hesitation. While he felt no shame at that moment in hiding behind a girl, had his brother been around, he was certain he'd be on receiving end of some very apropos insults to his masculinity. Honestly, he would have been perfectly happy to suffer through those if it meant Connor was there to hide behind as well. But he was good with the girl.