Standing there was a white man in his late 40's with salt-n-pepper filled brown hair. Next to him, a boy not much older than 16, with a brown haired buzzcut and a strudy, muscular build.
"Who are you people?!" Colin asked in fear ready to take them on.
"We don't want to attack you guys! We're with the Settlement!" the younger guy said with his hands in the air.
"The what now?" Colin asked in curiosity as the guards and Phill stood by.
"I see you folks haven't heard of us." the older man spoke up. "Well, we're a group of military vertans and students of Heathpoint Academy in Houston. We've begun to build settlements in areas overrun by the bimbo hordes."
"We found you guys because one of our scouts spotted this young man dealing with the infected with extreme proficiency." The older man continued as he pointed to Colin.
"You folks will have access to military trained personnel for weapons training and security, fresh water and food, access to the internet, and proper housing."
"All well and good, but what's the catch?" Phill asked.
"Anybody who is armed will have to aid in clearing out the bimbos with a 5 mile radius and carry out their own roles in order to develop the Settlement of South California." the younger man said.
The group began talking it out, agreeing with the terms but no sure where they would start. Colin spoke up.
"We accept your terms. And I know a good place to start."
Everyone starred at the young man going to his quarters, muttering amongst themselves until Colin returned with his revolver.
"Where exactly is that?" the old veteran asked as Colin smiled.
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It was the break of dawn at the now overrun neighborhood at Autmn Gardens Avenue. Bimbos lazily yawned as their bare breasts soaked in fluids shone in the rising sunlight. Soft giggling and kissing eachother was the simple start to the bimbos' day.
It was disrupted as a massive green truck with funny black pictures (Military vehicle markings) drove up, followed by three smaller ones. Three of the bimbos got up and strode forward, curiously striding up the hill until they were all shot squarely between the eyes by a sniper on top of the truck.
Suddenly, the doors slid open revealing several gun toting men in body armor and helmets, the one up front pulling out a revolver.
"CHAAAAAAAAAAAARGE!" Colin screamed through the helmet as the group ran in and spent the next two hours gunning down every bimbo in sight. The bloodbath that insued with bullets blowing open skulls like glass jars, ended in the Settlement claiming the area. And Colin was simply happy after this first successful raid to wash up, sit in his own bed again(the sheets had to be stripped because they were soaked in bimbo cum), pull out his 3DS, and get back to Super Metroid.
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Ending: Humanity Strikes Back
This raid would not be Colin's last; with his marksmanship, strength, and further combat training, Colin became the settlement's most viable soldier. He went on to lead several strikes against bimbo hordes across the entire south of California, but did not stop there: He went into and defeated the bimbos in Nothern California, Oregon, Washington, Idaho, Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, and Texas, all forming together under a new republic. The New US Coalition went on to reclaim the rest of the states west of the Mississippi River, and walled off the new territory.
With a new nation secured, the coalition turned to aid Europe and Australia.
When Colin died of a heart attack at age fifty, he was buried as a war hero, in a grave marked by an ever burning flame that symbolizes the human will to overcome seemingly impossible odds.