Zed

Zed lounged mindlessly on the stage, the screams of zombies around only fueling him for the upcoming battle. He swayed to the tune, huffing and growling under his breath, ready to strike the moment that "zombie-hunting sleaze", as he already nicknamed her, would appear. The iron foot of his microphone scratching into the surface of the floor, as it seemed to decay just from the presence of the Dark Purveyor. "Alriiight...where the fuck.." The zombie spat, growing irritated at the prolonged wait. He needed everything NOW and HERE! With an annoyed punt at the nearest empty can, he'd grab firmer onto the mic, yanking the stuck cable from under one of the speakers, before hopping onto one, getting a better look at the future battlefield.