"Go see if there's anyone else here, I'll take care of the walkie-talkie and the bike." the officer said as she fiddled with the nob on the device's side.
Taking the dual pistols he had available, Colin went inside the building.
The place seemed mostly undisturbed, as if everybody had been raptured or something. There were shirts, shorts, pants, underwear just laying in the floor, making outfits for about three people. Colin crept around the aisles, guns readied in an instant as moaning started coming out of a utility closet. He carefully opened the closet, not really seeing anything. Then, without warning, a bimbo,with bare DD tits failing wildy, rushed out of the closet to try and kiss him, but was gunned down as Colin dove sideways out of the way.
Two other bimbos ran from the closet and attempted to kiss him as they grinded against his legs. Lucky for Colin, he had two guns, jamming each barrel in each bimbo's mouth and squeezing the trigger, splattering their brains against the donut case.
The officer came in and saw the carnage, and they both decided they had to leave then and there.
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Hours later, they had stopped by the side of an old desert road with nobody around for miles.
"Dammit" the officer said as she failed to get a frequency.
"No luck?" Colin asked.
"No luck. Look, we should probably just sleep now, we'll need the rest to get to the town north of here."
Colin nodded as he laid on the ground and fell asleep.
Hours passed in dreamland when Colin was awoken by something rubbing against his leg, and bolted up to see...