Michael had helped Izzy douse the zombies with lighter fluid before putting distance between himself and the small undead group as Izzy set them all ablaze with her tazer. Even through the gas mask, he could smell the disgusting scent of rotting, burning flesh, he couldn't imagine how much Izzy probably wanted to puke with her being fully exposed and all. 

"Don't linger around them too long!"

Michael pulled Izzy away from the burning zombies as some of their heads and bodies began to burst. Other than expecting this result because some zombies would do this in Dead Island, whatever gases and decaying fluids building up in the zombies would make this completely possible. 

"Ech...."

Izzy couldn't see it, but Michael was actually grinning... probably a bit too insanely at that. Through all the guts, the scene was actually quite satisfying to watch. They couldn't stay to admire their teamwork's result though.

"You're right about one thing," Michael told Izzy, "We have to move elsewhere.... look for survivors or something...."

Survivors. Michael quickly began thinking about his family. Were they safe? Or had they been devoured by these disgusting creatures already? 
There were probably hundreds of zombies in the fucking mall! How many more of them were out there?! As much as Michael wanted to treat this like a mere video game.... he couldn't. This was life and death, one wrong move could mean the messy end of him. Michael began to shudder at these thoughts, and for a few seconds, he teared up at the thought of his family walking around as mutilated corpses. He clenched his draconic blade, and his quick breathing could easily be heard through the gas mask's nozzles.

'Mom... dad.... we... we just have to..."

All that bravado and leaderlike attitude seemed to have left him....