Jack heard the door shut behind him, and opened it up from the inside, placing a wooden block in-between the door and the frame so it wouldn't shut. He started toward the kitchen slowly, and raised his battle-axe. He, as expected heard groaning, and ran in. A zombie lunged from his left side, which was an unexpected move, and tackled Jack. He hit against a wall, and more zombies were alerted. He smashed the zombie in the face with the butt of his battle-axe. The zombies blood spurted nose, and it stumbled back falling to the floor. 3 more attacked him. He had time to swing his battle-axe once, slicing one clean in half blood and guts quickly spreading on the wooden floor. One of the zombies attempted to rake its fingers against his face. Jack stepped back and swung the hammer side up catching it in the chin. The zombie was propelled upward and fell to the ground with a bone crushing sound. It lay limp on the ground, its brain matter on the celling and wall behind it. The last zombie just leaped toward him, but jack ducked, grabbed his katana and stabbed upward. He placed his feet on the zombies stomach, and used its momentum to push it out the window with his legs. Jack got up and back peddled away from the puddle of blood that was forming in the kitchen. He quickly walked the other direction, toward the living room. He hope help would arrive soon. Him coming here by himself wasn't the best idea, know that he thinks of it.