Actually have done this, I had gathered all the supplies I needed to move to the farm, when a horde had decided to make a picnic just outside my safehouse. Started to clear it out, when a fast one, faster than a average zombie, rushed towards me at my weakest. Got bitten, got angry, ate my Chicken Casserole which I had saved for situation like this, grabbed all my whiskey, sawed-off shotgun, pistol and all the ammo (Which was alot). Went out and started a revenge-lusted rampage, herded the zeds to a nice round ball of flesh, and started to blast off. The fight continued o the late night, with the muzzle flash of my shotgun being the only light source. When the fight was over, I was walking throught the Parking lot of Bodies, when one of them leaped towards me. I let it grab me, and just stood there, looking at it while it chewed my leg. Took my Axe™, raised it behind my back to get some force, and chopped the chewers head off. Went inside, sat to my counter, and fell to the ground. It was glorious. This is how I've always wanted my characters to go out, but they usually die for dumb reasons instead.