"It's gotta work." Why else would all the movies and games make it that way? Apparently lore for wendigos worked, so lore for zombies probably would too. Only one way to find out and Mike wasn't really one for running away ever. Sometimes it worked out really well and sometimes it was a terrible idea.

"Tough luck, we don't have any guns," he said to Maraich with a sort of sigh. Losing a knife wouldn't be good, but dying would be even worse. "Eventually we're going to have to take some of 'em on. So why not do it now?"

While he was still relatively in good shape. At least neither of them were falling over from exhaustion. He hoisted his bag of drinks up over a shoulder and then gripped his makeshift weapon in the other hand, swinging it a couple of times. "Let's do this."