James glared at the zombie for a few minutes, then flicked the safety catch of his rifle on.
"I'll have my eye on that thing." He said to the man who had referred to himself as a thunder god. "If it does anything that I don't like -and believe me, I'll know if it does- then I'll slot the bastard in the head, and then you and I will have some business to take care of." Throwing one last suspicious glance at the zombie, he turned away, slinging the rifle over his shoulder as he did.