Colin grabbed onto the key and yanked on it. But the latch wouldn't budge, so he kept on yanking it. He yanked harder and harder, more and more forceful with each and every pull.
'COME ON GODDAMN IT, UNHOOK!' the gamer mentally screamed.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" the redheaded waitress screamed.
Colin looked up to see everyone staring at him as he pulled on the key. He slowly untensed and stood up.
"HEH... HEH...Well, you see what I was w-wondering was..." Colin stammered before he punched the stacked redhead in the face and ripped her key lose.
"Hey! My keys!" the red head shouted.
Colin ran as hard as he could and scrambled to unlock one of the vehicles parked by the side of the building. But no sooner did he unlock a Hotties branded van than had a group of bar goers thrown him to the ground and began pounding the living shit out of him.
"You *urf* don't g-get it! *Augh* They're bim- *auuugh!* Their bimbos! They're infecting people! Infecting people!" Colin shouted over his beating before crawling towards the van while clutching his bruised chest and wiping his bloody nose. He might be able... to reach the door. Can he? Can he? CAN HE?!