Most of the time its a lost cause, and I shoot them right between the eyes. I hope that it kills them right away- puts them out of their misery. Often while walking the empty streets of a town I will hear the moan of a Z-man. It's scary as hell. Low and desperate, it cuts through the silence and feels like it reverberates for miles around. That's the scary part, thinking about the number of Z-men that heard that moan, and how many moaned in response, causing a reaction of zombie moans that seems to follow me wherever I go.