Michael had taken up on John's suggestion of locating a map to find the control room. It had taken nothing buta mere two minutes to find one of those lit up displays ccontaining a map of the mall's floors and their layout. Complete with a handy "You are here" arrow, the control room was only made difficult to get to by the zombies roaming around.

Michael suggested that they take on only the smaller groups of zombies consisting of at least five. Larger groups would have to be avoided to save energy and avoid any casualties, and if the bastards were in the way, leading them away to create enough room to charge through was the next best thing to do.

It was fun. Michael actually did feel like a cross between Agent HUNK with his full head gas mask and the assassin Daud with his dragon blade. He felt empowered, and the adrenaline rush lasted him through all the way to the control room.

The fucking flesh eaters were everywhere, and already had begun to break down the only thing between the man in the room and their group of slobbering corpses. 

"Come on you disgusting fucks! There's free, unblocked food right over here!"

Hopefully that would get there attention and lead enough of them away to give the control room guy an easier time. Michael and John would handle the zombies that came in their direction. With one fast and hard thrust of his blade, the massacre of corpses begun again...