"Hey, Isaac, watch this." Caison said.
"What?" returned his fellow guardsman over the moans.
"I said, watch this!" he yelled. Taking his cigarette with his free hand, he waited for a few seconds.
The shambling thing continued to move closer, unaware that it stumbled over the corpses of hundreds, thousands of its brothers.
Caison waited, waited... the corpse surged forward--he slid to one side, an instep into the enemy's guard, smooth as the textbook procedure.
The zombie's groans didn't change a bit as he neatly planted his cigarette, tip first, into the springy, spongelike flesh of its forehead. He gave it a little push from behind and it kept going. Snickering, he aimed his lasgun behind him and casually incinerated another as it took the last's place.
Isaac roared with laughter as he put his gauntlet through another one's brain. "That's great! Hey, hey, guys! Look at Li'l Smokey over here!"
Li'l Smokey stumbled a few more steps before a half-dozen guardsmen incinerated him on the count of three.
This was the life, thought Caison, passing his pistol to his other hand to reach for his beer. He would have to pants regional commissars more often.
Elsewhere, the ancient and terrible powers of Chaos watched the little planet.
And Chaos was -pissed.-
"Not quite as planned, hmm?"
"Shut up," burbled Nurgle. "Just...shut up."