Most of the patrons ran from the bar, screaming, except for Bob's friends, who made a human wall around him, and the brave doorman, who was trying to reason with the zombie hunter. "He's not a zombie, sir. He's a rapper. Granted, he isn't very good, but that's no reason to SHOOT him." Herbert wouldn't be persuaded. "Zombie," he said. "He has to DIE. Um...AGAIN." "Look," said the doorman, "Even if he is a zombie, he isn't hurting anyone." The story...