Ending: Colin's Final Hoorah
The bimbos turned around with an empty headed "Huh?"
The response they got was a hailstorm of bullets as Colin emptied the clip into the busty mindless lust zombies, blood and head chunks scattering everywhere.
Colin emptied clip after clip in a vengful rage. Any bimbo unlucky enough to get in his way was hit with a stream of bullets. About twenty minutes into his rampage, Colin ran out of clips for the assault rifle and switched to a pair of SMGs. Bimbos were shaking like jello, breasts flopping wildy as they were pumped full of red hot lead. Blood poured out across the ground where the dead bimbos lay from the sheer number of bullet wounds. Colin splashed through the blood as he ran down more bimbos.
The ringing of gunshots grew quiet as Colin found himself surrounded by the last sixty or so bimbos he had shot to death. He attempted to fire his pistol, but his final clip was empty. He threw it to the ground and pulled out his final gun, a grenade launcher (apparently conviscated from a couple of crooks robbing a grocery store). He fired away at the bimbos, laughing like a maniac as he did. It didn't matter if those bitches got him or not: he still got to shoot them to bits over the implied loss of his father and any hopes of reaching the Army.