The bad news: Yo is out of ammo, as am I.
The worse news: We ran out before we'd taken them all down, which meant we ended the battle in hand-to-hand combat. I won't even attempt to describe how revolting that was, sawing off heads that stank like ancient sewers and slaughter-houses.
The worst news: I got bit on the finger. The damned creature bit right through my leather gauntlet and broke the skin on the middle finger of my left hand.
I sure hope that zombie-ism isn't contagious like in the movies....