Finn opened the main door to the Walmart, and it slammed behind him. He grimaced, in almost physical pain. He slowly looked up to find at least 20 undead staring at him. 

"Oh crap..." Finn said under his breathe. The first of the undead ran towards him and lunged. Finn managed to duck, but the second zombie grabbed him around the neck. The rotting human tried to embed it's teeth into his right side of his neck, but he was able to shove his knife into it's face before it could make a move. 

The zombie fell off of him, and temporarily to the floor, but Finn had no time to celebrate, as the other undead started to close in on him. The only reason they hadn't already, is they were stuffed into the isles, and tripping over each other as they savagely tried to charge at him, like wild animals. Slowly though, they were getting closer. Finn turned back towards the door, but the two undead he'd just faced were in his path.

"If there's any kinda guardian angel looking out for me," Finn shouted to no one, "Now would be a good time to do some guarding!" Finn raised his knife, preparing for the end.