For a moment, R is convinced he's got this when he sees the human go down in a splash of dirty water. His prey's hands slip against the rubble. The zombie looms over him with his corpse's face washed out in the flickering lamps.

The board surprises him when it smashes into his neck.

His howl turns into a gurgling wheeze as his windpipe is partially crushed, although that doesn't stop R from trying to snap at Enjolras over the wood. It's the principle of the matter, really. You crush my windpipe, I rip out your nose. That kinda thing. One of his arms is pinned with the board, the wood groaning dangerously close to splintering as R struggles to fight his way past it and get to his meal ticket. Aside from eating his brain, a zombie can't get closer to living, to connecting then when he gets this close to dinner. Even though he's something of a freak among the other Dead, R can't deny feeling that too. Usually he has backup though. Backup would've solved this problem.

R continues to push up against the Tribute and throwing his weight at him like brute force is all anyone needs. His other free arm tries to reach out over the board to snatch anything he can.