[i]"Oh Jesus...Oh man, oh fuck this was bad"[/i] Mike thought to himself as he ran. Mike had been running for what seemed like forever, first time going camping and this shit happens. God must have a seriously messed up sense of humor. Whole world went to hell, but hey. At least he has a gun and a crowbar. Those could get him out of this shit. Slowing down a bit, Mike went at a nice jogging speed as he tried to get his bearings. 

"Ok.... I got 2 clips, plus what is in the gun. I don't know where the hell I am, and I don't know where my camp is. Fucking great." As Mike talked to himself, he noticed that a group of those freaks were banging on a door. Most likely trying to get to some poor bastard stuck inside. Stopping, Mike took a couple of deep breaths before taking a couple shots at the small horde, gaining their attention while also taking out at least two. As the group of freaks turned their attention to him, Mike began swinging. Smashing face after the other before a couple grabbed his crowbar and tried yanking it away. Not having any of that, Mike pushed and impaled the freak. As it sputtered and died he was tackled by at least two others and a desperate struggle ensued with both parties fighting for dominance.