Michael had finally picked out a weapon to suit his combat taste thankfully, sleek and small, but oh so deadly did it look to Izzy as she eyed the dragon shaped blade. [i]Not bad.[/i] She thought. Really all she was looking for was something that could hack off alot of limbs, and by the looks of her machete, it could certainly do the job, nothing too flashy either, just raw and brutal sharpness and slicing power. "Badass!" She hollered in approval of Michael's weapon of choice. If they ever survived this mayhem, that would be one hell of a memento to hang on to. Catching the tazer the guy tossed to her, Izzy shoved it in her back pocket, just as she heard the creeking and groaning of the metal gate falling in with the other groans and wails of the living corpses ready to crash it at any given moment. Time was short, the clock was ticking away and those shutters could come crashing down suddenly, giving no pause to the rampant waves of zombies that would be pouring in. It was times like this Izzy wished the Wunderwaffe DG - 2 existed.

But looking at the tazer sparked a bit of a creative idea in her head. These knife shops, at least the ones she knew back in Juarez, always sold novelty lighters too, and nine times out of ten, they sold lighter fluid. Hastily her eyes scanned around the store, looking left then right, just searching for the lighters, until...that familiar bright yellow bottle with a blue cap caught her wandering eyes. "Fuck yes!" The Mexican exclaimed vaulting over the smashed counter, all while her partner in murdering at the time was searching for something to keep zombie gunk off his face. She grabbed two of the small bottles of lighter-fluid, one for her and one for Michael, then made her way back just to see Michael...wearing HUNK's mask. He was really getting into this whole video-game thing, but once he mentioned Pyramid Head, then he was playing Izzy's game. Besides, everyone knows Silent Hill kicks Resident Evil's ass everyday, at least in Izzy's opinion, and while Heather Mason may have never faced any zombies amidst the horrors of the Otherworld, Izzy was already channeling her as she gripped her machete tight. "I'm ready, HUNK. Time to nut up or shut up." It was funny, even in the face of certain demise, she could still find time to joke around.