Michael's mind snapped. Perhaps just in the smallest bit, but it snapped. Unwanted thoughts that Michael had been suppressing since the start of this whole fucked up mess came flooding into his mind. His parents lying dead on the ground with their insides torn out, his beloved avian pet lying on a bloody puddle pouring from its missing head...

Were it not for the gas mask, tears could have been easily spotted in his eyes even at such an inopportune moment. The last zombie that came for him probably would have grabbed him had its groans and snarls not snapped him out of his state of worry.

It ended up as one of the most gruesome objects of Michael's frustration. Instead of simply stabbing it through the head, Michael dodged it and kicked it to the ground like he would a door. Afterwards, he repeatedly kicked and stomped on its head and chest until nothing was left but a gorey mess.

"I want... to go home..." he gasped out. Michael dropped to both his knees. Where were his mom and dad? He began to shudder, his hands tightening over the hilt of the blade. For a split second he considered driving the thing through himself and put himself out of this nightmare. He wouldn't have to worry anymore about his parents, and could in fact probably join them right away...