[Louis has been beating his way through the (gross, so fucking gross maggot things as he makes his way across town. It's been a shitty month and he's pretty goddamn done with it all, but like hell, he's not going to make sure people aren't getting through it okay. He hears Dustin and comes jogging over, his chair-leg-with-nails-in-it weapon dripping maggoty grossness as he does. ]

Stand back, dude, this shit is awful and I don't think you wanna accidentally swallow any of it.

[If he goes through the basic rule of walker-smashing, he figures it'll work out fine, right? No fluids get into you and you're fine. Probably. He swings his weapon down, taking the maggoty mess down with a wet, squishy squelch.]

Ugh. This is the grossest fucking thing. [Then, to Dustin:] You okay?