That zombie, of course, was Wreckhead. After the brutal fight, he figured he'd better find a safe spot to lay low for a while.
But just as he was about to move, he felt a menacing presence rushing toward him. Turning his head, he saw exactly who it was—Big Ears and his two zombie lackeys.
"Hey! What the hell do you guys want?"
"What do you think? We're here to beat your ass!" Big Ears snarled.
Wreckhead's face twisted in fear. Three against one? That was just bullying.
"If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
"Sure! The three of us against you alone!" Big Ears wasn't in the mood for more talk. He saw this as his chance to make a name for himself. Without warning, he lunged forward, tackling Wreckhead to the ground and pinning him down.
Shrimpy and Locomotive jumped in immediately—one grabbed his head, the other twisted his neck.
"Come on, this is dirty fighting!" Wreckhead groaned in agony, feeling like his skull was about to be crushed under their combined assault…
