You run swinging the axe, you split a gray faced oozing zombies face open, you knock a dead old lady down and her hip breaks in a brittle snap. You nearly remove a sprinter zombies head and pull your weapon free, you are almost out of the building but here are the doorways where it gets narrow, you drive a zombie's arms back and crack it's face, stumbling over it's body, a mottled hand with exposed bone pulls your axe away. You tackle a zombie as two more flood in on you. A zombie on the ground bites your foot hard you force yourself free and you are running towards an approaching mass of undead, your shoe is not penetrated, so you know you are not bitten.