"Hey! Come back!" a guy called out as he gunned down more of the bimbos with an SMG in a bloody spray.
This guy was around 5'2, twenty pounds overweight, with sky blue eyes and short black hair. He had a look of desperation on his face as he ran for the launching ship. Before he could reach it, the ship took off and disappeared into the sky as the guy fell to his knees.
Colin Grey had one awful two weeks before getting here. A chubby gamer who once lived on a street called Autmn Gardens Avenue, he had been forced out of his home when the bimbos overran his town. He had gotten police aid reaching the local police station, but that place was overrun and lead to the humiliating situation of running for his life naked. When he was about to pass out, he was found by a prepper who got him clothes and told him about the rocket. He had to endure the awful cooking from the man's wife, the freezing cold of the mountains, and shooting his way through town, all for nothing.
"CAN THIS ****IN' **** GET ANY WORSE?!" Colin screamed at the top of his lungs.
His question was answered with a yes as a horde of bimbos followed his scream inside.
Colin readied his gun, while sighing, "I guess it's just one of those days...."
(Colin's story can be found under "Colin, a gamer unaware of the virus." )