Marco could feel the heat as the mini-gun roared to life, tearing through exposed boobs, tender thighs, the bodies of the bimbos in general. He feared the ideal of getting bimbofied, so he just roared out as he held a death grip on the trigger. The banging filled his ears until all he heard was clicking.
Marco looked to see that he had mowed the bimbos down, to the pleasure and minor disgust of his friends. The bimbos laid there, gurgling blood all over the ground which turned the sticky white cum all over it red.
"You did it bro, you did it." Tyrone said.
Marco was picked up and tossed up and down as the group cheered,
"MARCO! MARCO! MARCO!"
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Ending: Fort Greys
And so they built a fort from the station, surrounded by electric fencing and guarded by sentry towers, over the next three years. They further honed their skills, and passed them on to more surviors who joined their ranks. In ten years time after the end of construction, and two years after the United States Army fell, Fort Greys stood as a beacon of safety and prowess, of fortitude and perseverance, for those who remain uninfected.