It didn't take Michael long to make a few assumptions. A pretty attractive girl and a guy who worked at Hollister, a rather cliche couple one would find in movies.

"Ha, frigging typical," Michael laughed to himself as he waited by the gate. He had to admit, he kind of wanted for some zombies to get through. He wanted to hear the disgusting yet satisfying noise of his new blade stabbing through flesh and bone. It was quickly growing on him, killing zombies and all...

Shit... it was growing on him too quickly. He had enjoyed killing the zombies back at the weapons store just as much as he enjoyed watching Izzy slice off their arms and then send the undead bastards ablaze. It was okay though, right? 

"I mean... they're not even human anymore... who gives a shit then?"

Izzy had gotten through as Michael thought to himself, prompting him to slam the gate shut and maybe... take a few more headstabs at the zombies against the gate.

"Haha! Assholes."

He quickly walked away from the gate to meet up with the others.

"Glad ya made it," Michael said cheerily to the now unmasked Izzy. Her face was red, but Michael assumed it was from the running.