A light filled the club. Eli shambled into a corner, surprised. He got ready to attack, but he didn't know at what just yet. Then he heard voices, from the direction of the fire escape.
"Come on, they'll catch us!"
"You sure its empty?"
"Its all we got."
"Guys! Shut up! I heard something!"
Eli ran as fast as he could, which was surprisingly fast. His quick reanimation and strong legs made for an agile zombie. Gunshots filled the club, hitting everything but the zombie. The only bullet to hit Eli lodged safely in his flak jacket. The dead man jumped onto the nearest lump of meat, biting into his shoulder. The others ran, horrified. Eli was oblivious, enjoying his meal.
When Eli finally got up, he saw a horde of at least twenty. It was silent, save for very occasional groaning. A rustle behind him prompting him to turn. His last meal was struggling to its feet. Turning his attention to the horde, he went to see what was happening.
In the middle of the horde lay the battered skeletons of three people and some kind of creature. The skulls were shattered, and there wasn't a single organ or speck of blood left. To his left, Eli heard a groan. A single zombie was huddled, growling and swiping at whatever came near. Eli could barely make out a small furry foot, which the creature would swoop and nibble on from time to time. Eli, still excited from his recent meal, ran up and kicked the zombie. Every dead man in sight scrambled for the paw. Eli bit a hand holding the treat, causing a short scratch fight. A zombie with the foot half in his mouth was swamped. Eli crushed the head of a crawling zombie, moving forward without notice.
Several hours passed, and the horde had mostly dispersed. Only Eli and a few battered forms remained. Eli was now calm, and was staring longingly at mannequins in a store window. He would remain there for the rest of the day.