He fired, and fired and fired, until his magazine ran out. He threw his rifle down, drew his pistol, and kept firing. As he ran down to his last round on his last magazine, he realized something. The zeds weren't being replaced by new ones. He quickly dispatched the last few zeds with his Kukri, he walked outside, retrieving his rifle and magazines on the way.
He walked out, and what he saw disturbed him greatly. Large swaths of gore all over the place, as if god had taken a meat cleaver to the horde.