The hunters reluctantly rushed forward.
They didn't interact with Mathew much but they already knew him more than enough to know they didn't really have any other choice.
Frank took full advantage of the initiative he took. After running for a moment, he heeded Mathew's advice and buried his feet in the ground. He slid for a bit only to come to a complete stall. Yet, rather than just holding his ground, he firmly stood on the ground before fixing his hold over the weapon.
And then, with a simple, swift move, he pushed both of his hands forward, thrusting the spear right into the head of the nearest zombie.
The undead itself walked right into the blade, lacking the intelligence necessary to avoid the attack. And as the blade went right through its skull, it twitched once... and then stopped moving for half a second before slumping down and falling to the ground.
