John panted as he killed the last zombie. He looked over to see Michael on the floor, obviously panicking. He went over to him and knelt down. "Hey dude, I get that you're probably freaking out, but you need to get up. There will be more coming soon and we can't be here when that happens. So get up, let's get the guardian angel from the control room, and let's get back to the others," John said, smiling. He'd always been good with people. It's what had gotten him so well liked back in school. Who knew he'd need that skill during the zombie apocalypse.