Right after they just dropped the shutters on the store, things just had to go from weird to fucked up bizarre as Michael quickly seized Izzy's face and started jerking her head about like some frantic medical examination. Was he a doctor or something. "What the fuck, man?! Chill?!" Rather hesitantly than bitterly, she shrugged Michael's hand off of her, cursing inadvertently, "Fucking pendejo! I'm fine! I didn't get bit! Look, I'm sorry. It's just I-I didn't expect the fucking Umbrella Corporation to go mall hopping, and I'm a little freaked out right now. No hard feelings, ok?" She put her hand out, waiting for Michael to shake it, just to make sure they were cool, but soon she drew it back as a rotting hand shot forth with a beastly growl from behind the shutter bars. Outside the store was already a damn horde of undead freaks, lurching and writhing in such grotesque manner and piling on top of each-other while they attempted to crash the gate, already their festering lips and their diseased, rotting teeth salivating for the taste of human flesh.

"That's not gonna hold for long!" Izzy was dead certain, no pun intended. But thankfully, they had weapons nearby. Izzy was just praying though she didn't have to fight her way out of this. Sure Highschool of the Dead made it look so damn easy, but that was just anime. This shit....was real.