Johnny gave a nod to the question.  "I'm not...I wasn't a good person before Reena," he whispered.  In all honesty, he couldn't figure out himself why he even stayed with the current group at the farm.  Maybe it was a new start in life, or maybe he didn't know if he'd make it on his own.  He had never really had the time to think since getting out here, and this moment was no different.

The slurred groans and moans of the dead could be heard coming from the backyard.  He heard someone yell "We got company!"  The majority of them went out to the back porch and began opening fire on the undead.  This would be the perfect moment for the two to escape, however they still didn't have what they came for, and also these people knew where the farm was.  It was only a matter of time before they headed that way.

"We have to kill them all," Johnny quickly said.  "They'll eventually get to the farm.  Go on ahead if you can't take it, but I'm finishing this before it even starts."

Johnny went back to the side of the house, peeking around to see them popping off the infected one by one.  He turned the corner and aimed, shooting the guy closest to the door directly in the head.  He fell in a thud, turning the others around in the process.  Johnny opened fire, hitting all of them multiple times until he was out of ammo, not all of them died instantly like the first, but it was only seconds later that the remaining dead swarmed them.  He watched as they were torn apart, almost smirking at the act.  He couldn't help his coldness.  He actually enjoyed killing them.

Moments later the screams turned into muffled gargles.  Another group of guys suddenly stormed out, quickly opening fire on the dead.  They noticed Johnny's position and shot at him to, as he dove behind a set of stacked tires and a rusty broken down vehicle.  

"Shit," he said, releasing his clip and struggling to insert the next one.  There were maybe three of them, and after the undead were gunned down and they reloaded, they started walking toward his position, continuing to fire in his direction.

Johnny ducked under the vehicle and shot one of them in the shin, causing him to fall to the floor, then he shot him in his face.  The others scattered and found cover for themselves, still randomly firing blindly as more and more of the undead began pouring into the area.

"Mother fucker, you're dead!" one yelled.  

A walker crept up on Johnny's side of the yard, staggering slowly toward him.  At the same time, one of the attackers pushed forward from the other side of the vehicle.  The walker lunged down on Johnny, but he caught it by the throat and held it inches from his face, as the attacker came around the corner.  He stuck his firearm into the walker's temple and blasted its entire head off.  Blood and brains showered over Johnny as he lie on the ground, but the man trying to kill him was already in view and Johnny's gun was tucked under the being that just fell on top of him.

"I told you you're dead," he said, aiming his rifle at him.  "Better to see you get torn apart."

Three more walkers came around the fence and were heading toward Johnny.  The attacker smiled, then held his weapon ready.  If Johnny was to try to get away, he'd gun him down, and if he stayed he'd be torn apart.