Welcome to the clubhouse

Zed and I finally get the gas and head for Club Frankland. He tells me him and his boys like to party.
"We do a lot of drinking." he says. "and we fight. Clean up the streets. But mostly just the drinking."
Sounds like my kinda place.
Only we get there and theres a whole buncha rotters trying to get in too. Theyve torn down most of the piled up makeshift barricades. The dudes inside are just laughing and taking potshots, drunk off their faces.
"Buncha drunk arseholes." i say. "WHY DONTCHA KILL THEM FUCKERS SO WE CAN GET INSIDE" I yell.
As one the zombies turn and come for us.
"Good one." says Zed. "Real smooth."
I use the time it takes them to shamble over to search for a better weapon. I find a loaded flare gun on a dead body, then I spot a nice looking axe coming towards us.
"Im gonna get that axe" i say.
"I dont think its a good one" says Zed.
"Why not?" i ask.
"Its got no stopping power."
I dont care. I walk over. The shambling zombie tries to eat me but the axe sticking out of his face gets in the way. I put my leg on his chest, grab it with two hands and yank the axe free from his head. On the second pull. Okay, third. Anyway his head erupts in a shower of blood. Its all sticky, brown and slightly congealed. The zombie falls down, and i run cursing back over to Zed, the guys inside all pointing and laughing.
"Man, that shits not gonna come out man. Smells like shit." says Zed.
"Yeah." i say. "Tastes pretty bad too."
"Okay." says Zed. "What we gonna do about them?"
"Why dont you give our friends over there a little gas" i say, showing him the flare gun.
He throws the can over. I take aim, trying to think of something cool to say.
"If you cant stand the heat," i say, "dont let people throw gas on you and then shoot you with a flare gun."