Michael also began to search for a suitable weapon to survive the zombies. What he needed was something small enough to carry around comfortably but large enough to reach a rotting bastard while it was still far enough away that it couldn't grab and bite him. Something like... that beautiful dragon blade in the case Izzy just smashed. He grabbed that and did a quick assessment of the weapon. The blade itself was sharp and sturdy, well made and designed with fiery breath streaming from the mouth of the dragon that so happened to compose the hilt of the weapon. The blade itself was about two feet long, and with the hilt it reached a good three feet or so. 

"Frigging yes," Michael said as he finally elected this to be his weapon. He then walked over to the spot where tazers seemed to be located, and tested two of them. They worked, thankfully. 

"Hey, grab one of these," Michael told Izzy as he tossed her one. He stuffed the other one in the pocket of his coat. There was one thing missing though... something to keep zombie blood and guts from splashing onto his face and possibly infecting him. He looked around. There were metal helmets meant to resemble the Preadatorand ancient warriors from Greece and Rome, but none of them would serve MMichael's desired purpose. That's when he spotted a nice looking gas mask that had been dropped on the floor. He picked it up and saw it would cover his head completely, which was perfect. Michael put it on, adjusting it so that it would fit comfortably. He breathed in and out, listening to his now Darth Vader like breathing. Michael felt set.

"Agent HUNK reporting for duty," he joked as he approached Izzy. "Put that sword to use... I'll approach the gate to get the zombies to shove their arms through so that you can slice them off, Pyramid Head style. Sound good, or do you still need to prepare?"