As the pair made their way down and Claudia commented on the dead zombies staying dead, Michael kicked the corpse in the head for safety’s sake, and was content when it didn’t move. Once they reached the administrative office, he nodded at the young woman’s appraisal of the situation. [color=6b8e23]“There’s no harm in lookin’. It ain’t like someone’s gonna come and arrest us for trying to survive.”[/color] He mused, as he covered the hallway with his gun while she searched. 

Michael raised his hand as she brought the light around towards him to shield his eyes for a moment while his eyes adjusted. [color=6b8e23]“Watch where you point that thing!”[/color] He grumbled, as he started blinking the spots from his vision. “Beats poking around in the dark, though.” He admitted, as he turned back towards the corridor, taking a few steps away, and towards a half-open door. Dazed as he was, he didn’t see the figure coming.

[color=6b8e23]“Fuck!”[/color] He exclaimed as a zombie lunged from the open doorway. It grabbed onto him, with nothing but killing intent in those clouded, dead eyes. It had been a man in his prime before he turned, his arms grasping and clawing at Michael as it tried to find purchase. She attempted to bite him, but Michael raised his right arm and the thing started trying to chew through his leather jacket. The old man was off-balance, struggling to stay standing, as he tried to push the zombie off with little success. What’s more is that his gun was in his right hand, and he couldn’t effectively bring it to bear on the zombie unless it got off his arm.