[There's the whirring of someone falling, and the sound makes Annabeth look up, just in time to watch Rikki land on the head of one of the zombies. She can't help but smirk, impressed by the maneuver.]

No, that sounds about right. What with the moaning and groaning for them. [Even if these aren't exactly doing that. But it's with a grin that she blocks an attempted bite with her shield, then uses the defensive weapon offensively, slamming it into the zombie's head and knocking it over. She leaps, coming to stand on its chest and swinging her knife down to slash it across the eyes. It can't be killed, but at least she can make it harder to see.]

And not at all! Who doesn't want company during a zombie apocalypse?