The driver grabbed the wooden handle of the hammer and pulled it from the newly dead dead corpse. As he pulled it it made a sick crunch sound, which the driver react to at all. After a moment the driver stood up, shaking the hammer a little to get some of the bloody goope off.
Hearing a noise from behind he froze for a moment, his grip on the hammer tightened making his knuckles turn white underneath his brown leather gloves. In a flash the driver twirled around, hammer raised and ready to strike. That’s when he saw it was a living person. A real person. But he didn’t drop his guard, people were unpredictable nowadays. Cold, icy blue eyes glaring into the other as if asking why he shouldn’t kill the other right where they stood.