Mike finished walking up to the young woman just as she was pulling her length of pipe out of the zombie's head. Then he introduced himself. 'Hunter. Michael Hunter. And that was the second most badass thing I've ever seen in my life. The first was some guy who was in his 60's fist-fighting a grizzly bear. While on a unicycle. And winning. And I appreciate you deciding to not use me as escape bait, because that would suck.' He took a breath. 'Anyway, I was just on my way to the local, conveniently placed Marine base. Hoping to find some weapons more suitable than this bat, and transportation out of this place 'fore it gets blown to hell and back. You can come if you want, with any luck we might find more survivors.' 'So whaddaya say?'
As he finished this long speech, they both heard a high pitched female wail that originated from a few blocks away. 'Gotta set of pipes on her eh?' he muttered to himself 'I suppose someone has to go rescue the damsel in distress, or whatever the hell. So, what do you think we should do?' he asked.