Yeah she played games, was that a rhetorical question? That was all Izzy really did with her life besides work, watching anime and drawing, among other stuff, but that was just it to her, a game. She didn't expect to be putting her skills on an Xbox to the test in real life, but from how she perceived Michael's attitude, he was already itching to get out there and kill something. Izzy had to admit, she liked the [i]Never Say Die[/i] attitude the guy had going, but he was damn loco for thinking he and a sorta-emo sorta-goth Mexican otaku could take on the massing armies of the living dead that threatened to invade their only safe haven for now. "I wouldn't mind if the Dixon boys came to our rescue right now, or Tallahassee either if he was pulling Chris Redfield along!" Well at least in their situation, the one thing these two had was their pop-culture knowledge of the walking dead....again no pun intended. 

Thank god and gracias Jesus indeed they locked themselves in a weapon store, and if one thing Izzy knew about buying stuff from a knife shop, it was always go for what's in the case, never the wall. All the swords that were on display, yeah they looked mean and vicious, but they were about as blunt as a big ass butter knife. No, what Izzy needed this moment, was something that she was sure would cleave a zombie's skull in two, right down the middle, so she first grabbed something to bust open the glass case and pulled out a nice, sharp survival machete with a leather wrapped hilt, not to mention a nylon case she could attach to her belt. Desperate times called for desperate measures, and it was either killed or be killed. Gripping the machete, Izzy waited for the gate to fall, throwing away all qualms of slaying these ugly mofos. They were just zombies now....that's all she kept reminding herself.