Colin turned his gaze to the side opposite the bimbo and saw it. A window.
"What's so important about this window?" you ask.
Well it was an open window on a house's second story right above a rock garden with hunks of Hawaiian obsidian in it.
Colin dove to the left, the gunner and bimbo colliding into eachother. As the Joe Pesci looking gunman staggered up, the bimbo grabbed onto him and sent them tumbling forward as th chunky gamer added his own force with a well timed shove out of the window frame onto the rock garden below.
Both of them screamed as the fall busted their joins and the obsidian cut into them. Amy looked on in surprised shock at what had just happened and heard the shower coming on from upstairs.
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"So that's why there's a dead celebrity lookalike and a dead nude barbie wannabe in my mother's rock garden?" a woman asked. She was thirty, with dirt brown hair and a face that showed her age with the body to match.
"Yes." Colin said.
The woman stood there with her pistol raised. This was Monica, the old woman's daughter who had run into the sign after going into a comma a week ago and finding her way back home. She had seen the bimbos herself, seen them turn a guy into one of them. But these kids weren't answering her most pressing question.
"Now you tell me now and tell me the truth: where is my mother?" Monica asked.
Amy sighed; they had been here for two hours, they couldn't get around it, so she confessed.
" We accidentally ran her over looking for a place to stop. When Colin went inside, I tried to bury her."
Monica was tense with rage, her piercing emerald eyes seething at the college kids before her.
"WHERE... IS... THE... B-BODY...." She said, furious and shaken at the same time.
She looked over where Amy pointed to see a crate with her dead mother in it.
"Now go... " she growled ".... GO ON! GET OUT OF MY FRONT YARD NOOOOOOW!"
Colin and Amy ran as fast as the could while they were chased a few yards by the woman and kept on going long after she stopped. They lost their sense of direction and found themselves...