Jack grabbed the broom and proceeded to break the bristle end off of it. It snapped quite pleasantly, creating lots of little splintery spikes at the end. It was no machete, but it would do. Now that he could defend himself, he needed to calm himself down. Panicking would be his undoing, panicking meant death. He needed to find a way to come to grips with this catastrophe. He thought for a moment, then found his solution. This was a video game, a zombie apocalypse game where your goal was to survive. It was also one of those annoying ones where if you died you had to restart from the begging, which meant don't die. There was also no save points or pausing. He started to grin maniacally, "Let the game begin!" He said, almost forgetting that he wasn't alone.