"Good," Chuck says, simple and definitive, his jaw set and his head ducking in a slight nod. The bastard deserved it, as far as he's concerned. Maybe there were no zombies in his world to take care of the matter that efficiently, but he'd gladly have beaten the face of someone like that to a bloody pulp, or left them on the street during an attack with the rest of whatever city safe underground. Whatever awful things people have said or thought about him, however true they might be, he isn't heartless. And though he hates the idea of anyone trying to hurt Beth as much as he hates the idea of someone hurting Laura, there's some consolation in the fact that she made him pay for it. "I hope he died slowly and painfully."