"Calm yourself," Michael thought to himself. It was true he was scared as shit now, but letting that take him over wasn't going to do him or anyone else around him any good. If he had to treat this fucking apocalypse likea video game Iin order to survive, then he was going to do just that. It was easy, Michael often day dreamed of what it would be like to survive this type of stuff, so he might as well put it into use. This new chaotic world would fit him well... he would fit in it well...

A deep breath, and Michael readjusted the gas mask over his face. 

"Yeah... yeah, I'm ok," Michael finally said in response to Izzy. He looked around him, taking note of the burning zombies. He and Izzy had done this, they both had gotten themselves out of an otherwise fucked situation like it was as easy as flipping a switch. 

"So stop fucking worrying," he told himself. "Mom and dad are probably ok..."
Afterall, if anyone was going to fight back like a rabid animal to protect himself and his loved ones, it was dad...

Michael looked back to Izzy and nodded.

"Sorry about that. We should go, unless you want to grab a few more things from here. Try and find a gas mask if you want, it's good for keeping zombie gunk out of your face. That's what I was checking you for, the mucus glands are perfect places for viral entry and infection."

He could hear a voice over the intercom too. If there were more survivors, they would be trying to find the source too...