R grabbed the closest thing, a nice big handful of the other guy's shirt, clawed his hand up, and then got a dead man's hold on his wrist. He jerked as hard as he could and threw his back into it. Was that a pop? Did he dislocate the guy's arm? R wasn't a big fan on hurting people more than he had to, but it happened whether he wanted it to or not. Kinda hard to do the whole undead cannibal thing without hurting someone in the process.

He wished there was a better way.

The zombie lurched toward Alex's thigh and sank his teeth in. After this long going cold turkey with barely even junk food to tide him over, R almost rolled his eyes upward because this was the closest thing to amazing as he could get. Short of, y'know, ripping open his skull and going for the money. Which was more than tempting. R tried to throw his weight against the other Tribute, jaws still latched onto the meat of his thigh like a dog, and hope he cracked his head against something.

It'd be easier to kill him if he was unconscious.