“C’mon if you think you’re tough enough.”
Klom isn’t afraid of Zombies. He’s not afraid of anything – except spiders, but he’ll never own up to that one. He was a tough son-of-a-gun, a fighter and a bandit, long before the zombies started overrunning his camp. Once those pests showed up, well, then he just had something else to fight. With his flail in hand, Klom can stop just about anything. And if that doesn’t work, he’ll just stomp them. He’s taken a few trophies in his day, but the others tend to complain about rotting zombie heads. Maybe fingers won’t bother them as much?