That is not a random comment. It's a very very CREEPY and POINTED comment. But he'll worry about that later. Because that John Carpenter fog is getting thicker, making it nigh impossible to know what direction to run in.

And then Ryan Reynolds has beaten his own arm off.

"Sick, dude!" is the only thing Kyle can think to say. But he takes the blood-slimed rock in his hands. He still doesn't know who or what Threshy is, but it doesn't matter. It's time to run through a zombie horde without a chainsaw.

"Come on, Mr. Reynolds." With that, Kyle charges forward toward potential death.

But what else is new?