It was a good thing Cole had gotten used to that skull by now.

He stuck his hands through the bars and positioned his hands like he was doing a kamehameha. Or whatever that was called. Whatever you wanted to call it, a giant ball of lightning shot of his hands--about the size of a basketball twice over, shot out and flew at the zombies. There was a large, instant explosion on contact, and when the smoke cleared...

... yeah, that didn't change anything.