Colin pulled the dropped bottle from behind the stand. It was still full of wine... well, enough for what he was about to do. He tore a bottom strip off his shirt, wadding one end up and using said wad to plug up the bottle. Next, the gamer reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter.
"Where did you get a lighter?" Mrs. Greys asked.
"Same people who gave me the guns." Colin said. as he lit the wad of cloth and threw the Molotav over his shoulder.
As the flames roared and the bimbo screamed, Colin pulled his mom out of the aisle and the building.
"Who are these people anyway?" Mrs. Greys asked.
"The Survivalists, ma'am. Standing against the bimbo menace." Chuck said as he approached.
"Oh, hey guys!" Colin smiled.
And it was like pulling the pin out of a grenade.
"THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING GREYS!" the shades wearing team lead yelled, "YOU COULD'VE BEEN BIMBOFIED OR GOTTEN YOURSELF KILLED!"
"My mom was in there! I had to go get her!" Colin shouted.
"AND YOU PISSED AWAY VITAL AMMO DOING IT! We were sent here to take back the Reagan and take it AWAY from the coast! AWAY FROM THE INFECTIOUS SLUTS, NOT RUN BLINDLY AT THEM!" Chuck shouted angrily.
"We ALL have family and friends and whatevers, but now is NOT the time!"
Chuck stopped and took a few deep breaths before speaking again.
"One option: go with the team and finish your mission, or stay here with your mom. Your choice."
Colin took a deep breath and choose to...