Already Miykael felt inhuman. He had killed more people than he knew with that pileup, and none of them even knew it was his fault.
That man he just killed though... it was personal... someone was threatening him, he eliminated the threat. It made him feel different...
He felt like a contradiction. The invincibility his skills and training made him feel he had, but he knew wasnt there was nerve wracking.
He knew that he was human, anything could come along and mess him up, so long as it really tried. But that didnt stop him from walking straight towards the first group of lumbering dead-ones, maybe seven or eight in total. 
One after another he slashed them down. and it wasnt until one nearly bit his shoulder that he snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in, and he looked out at the swarm infront of him, which he was now facing alone, only a few fleeing stragglers left to escape their grabbing hands and tilted walks.
It was then that he saw his mortality. He saw that what he was doing now was about to kill him...

And he laughed and fell to his knees, sobbing. He got it now. It was a cruel joke played by heaven. they all had to look forward to this for the ends of their lives. Truly, much like them, we were just lumbering along towards our deaths, to which there was no escape... It was a parody. God's last joke, the unfunny bastard...

[i]I get it though. I hope you think you're clever...

The dead may be walking...

But we are The Walking Dead.[/i]