Leg 1

Ham Bone's shot whizzes a few feet from Claire and lodges in the head of one of the remaining Casualties. It falls back into the grass it had just risen from.

Loan keeps looking for an advantage and bidding his time...

The number, depth, and spacing of the holes in the terrain remind Loan Shark of an experimental weapon he had heard about being used during the Crash. Very similar to a cluster bomb, but designed to maximize casualties and make navigating terrain difficult in counterinsurgency scenarios or perhaps during the Crash. If that weapon was used here, it would have been centrally targeted to maximize the effect. Shark can't be sure of the effective radius, but he would expect that the least amount of terrain damage would be around the perimeter of the park.

Still conscious of his footing, Run takes another swing at the nearest one.

The casualty's head tears off and goes hurtling into the grass. That would have easily been a single.

Claire has no intention of smack a causality for a home run, her and Teddy continue to be a distraction; kiting the Causalities. The scavenger and dog try not to get too close as the walking dead shamble towards them.

Claire and Teddy are both fast enough to stay out of reach of the last two Casualties. They lead them off in opposite directions from Run.

Ham takes a shot at one the remaining Casualties.

As Claire carefully backs away from the Casualty, a bullet zips in from her right and knocks the corpse sideways into the grass.

Run moves in, inspired by his last swing and tries to take out the last one.

Sharks just going to start regrouping with everyone as he figures the fight will probably be over by the time he catches up with the people who ran ahead, ready to share with them what he's realised.

Run steps boldly towards the Casualty and positions himself for his attack. He steps into his swing, but his foot catches on one of the fallen corpses and the bat whiffs past its target.

I'll save twitch for defence

Claire quickly regroups with Teddy, as the casualty numbers fall. She pats him on the back smiling at his attentive eyes. "Good job, Teds." Theodore hopped on his front two legs, pattering his paws and wagging his tail.
Claire was amazed at the power behind his swing, she's watched baseball from since she was a kid. It's a shame he never got to shatter all the records over an exciting career. She whistled sharply, "Teddy, go!" A simple command directed by a hand signal should be enough. The large Old Victorian Bulldog took off, his loveable smile flopped with each step.