"We could head North." Colin suggested.
Everybody glanced at him, paused, and nodded.
"I know a guy up North, in Oregon." a guard said, "He was prepping for this whole bimbo thing when rumors began goin' around."
"We can go there!" Elaine said.
Colin grinned as they drove off, bound for Oregon. He lost them the store but soon enough they'd be safe in a nice, quiet, secure---
*BOOOM, KAPOW, BOOOM, BOOOM, KAPOW, BOOOOOOOOOOM!*
Within those split seconds, the group got caught up in a carpet bomb barrage meant to reduce the bimbo's overwhelming numbers. Colin struggled to crawl along the ground with his charred, mangled leg. He could see blood and body parts strewn all over the place. He could even feel shrapnel from a bomb embedded in his own head as it all faded to black.
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Game Over: Such is the tragedy of war... the loss of the innocent. What? This kind of stuff is something you don't joke about!