@UKNOWNFILE: What did you think my source of inspiration was? 
I slowly manuevered South, keeping my back to the wall. My posse and I got to the end of the hallway, where another room entrance was waiting for us. I readied my shotgun, waited for the death metal to reach its awesome guitar solo, then dramatically leapt into the room. Everything seemed to be going well, until...
... CYBORG ZOMBIES ATTACKED! Or rather, ONE cyborg zombie attacked, but it was still pretty scarey. He moved towards me slowly, in typical zombie fashion. Combined with his decaying undead body were mechanical limbs, though much less cool-looking than my own. He grabbed onto my shoulders; his piercing zombie gaze staring directly into my soul. I put the barrel of the shotgun to his forehead. "No soup for you!" I shouted as I pulled the trigger, blowing his brains against the walls. The rest of his body fell to the floor, twitching a few times before becoming completely motionless.
Decapitation was now my new favorite pastime. Unfortunately, the only exit out of the zombie room was back the way I came.
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