Achievement Unlocked: Total Annihilation. As a chronic gamer, he couldn't help but think of it."I wonder," he mused, "If we've got zombies here, what the hell else is out there? Are there like special zones or something that specialize in different games and /or movies? Because if I see Pyramid Head, a Tank, A Chainsaw Ganado, a Necromorph, or El Gigante, I'm just going to go ahead and off myself to save the excruciating pain. Or a DinoShark. Especially a DinoShark.".
As he finished up that thought, he saw one of the undead shuffling towards him. One of his eyeballs was hanging out of the socket and it had slight depressions in the sides, as if somebody ha d stuck their fingers in there and purposefully pulled it out. As Mr. Flesh Pile spotted Mike, its slow shamble turned into a jerky run.
"Dammit, don't tell me they're runners! Runners always kick more survivor ass than their slower, fodder-prone counterparts!" he exclaimed. As he said this, he readied his bat and took a samurai-like stance. Just as the meat man seemed to overtake him, he side-stepped and gave him a good smack to the back of his head. There was a sickening thud and what sounded like a muffled crack, and then the flesh eater fell like a sack of raw hamburger.
Mike then proceeded to curb-stomp him. "Can't be too careful these days." he said. After he finished scraping brain matter off the bottom of his sneaker, he looked up and saw someone else off in the distance. It looked like a woman holding a pipe, so he deduced that it wasn't your standard brain monkey jonesing for some flesh. Another survivor possibly, but was she hostile? Only one way to find out. "Oi!" he shouted to the figure.