"It's all good," Michael said right before a decaying hand attempted to grab him from beyond the shutters. He quickly jumped forwards, away from its reach, before the thing could even touch his clothes. He looked back to the zombies outside, and again had to ask, "Where the fuck was Daryl Dixon when you need him?"

Sadly though, they would have no badass guy with a crossbow coming to their rescue, which meant they probably had to fight their way out of this. Afterall, Izzy was right, the gate wasn't going to hold very long if the undead kept pounding and pulling on the metal.

"You play games too right?" He asked the girl. "Good, it's about time our long hours of sitting around killing time came into use. Remember Jill's tazer move whenever a zombie grabbed her? We might be needing some of those ourselves."

Michael's mind was throwing him all the zombie games and movies he had played and watched, reminding him what each and every character would do to fight them off. 

"Da gracias a Dios," he began, "That we ended up in a weapons store...."

He motioned to the weapons around, but noticed some of them had already been taken by others.

"I trust you know how to kill these bastards, right? Start grabbing shit, we don't have much time..."