As the platinum blonde bimbo giggled and strutted towards him, she lifted her boobs to let her stride smooth out. Before she could get very close however, a loud bang filled the air and the side of her face ruptured open like a popped pimple. Colin heard the tell tale falling of shotgun shells and turned to look chuck squarely in the face.
"See what happens when you go nutso?! You draw out the big ones!" Chuck shouted.
Colin just stared at the blood gurgling body flopped on the ground in horrified disbelief, wheezing out a breath as his eyes watered up. The gamer lowered his gaze and took in what had happened. It was because of his revenge fueled rampage that he had to watch his mom become one of those... those... skanks! He couldn't do a thing about it! It wasn't right dammit!
"Are you coming with us or not Greys?!" Chuck yelled.
Colin stood up with a stone cold gaze and said, "I'm ready."
Chuck nodded as Colin followed the group to the ship. This time, the gamer wasn't gonna fuck up. He was going out there not to avenge any of his family members, but to stand by the Survivalists' Creedo. He loaded up his rifles and got into position to storm the infested aircraft carrier, the bimbo hub that was once the USS Ronald Reagan.