"Kill the brain," he repeated, sounding a little introspective as he walked off. "Really is some Shawn of the Dead shit going on around here."

Murphy kicked at the the debris until he found a decent length of wood. He cracked it a couple times against the wall just to make sure it wouldn't break on the first hit. Not too hard, but hard enough to get a sense of it's strength. He didn't think it would last more than one or two against a skull. But it might buy them some time if they needed it. Satisfied for the moment, he returned to her side, ready to go.