Colin was feeling up a short metal handle until something nicked his hand: it was the knife off the fake AK! Slipping his hand over the grip, Colin pulled it out and spun it around before stabbing his assailant in the eye.
"AHHHHHH!" She squealed in pain aas the guy ripped it out of her eye and sliced the infected woman's throat open.
Amy ran outside and dropped the towel she wrapped herself in at the sight of the twitching, blood gurgling bimbo on the ground.
"Let's get out of here." Colin said as he leaned up against a wall. He blushed a bit when he saw Amy's cold, perked nipples shine in the streetlight, making her immediately cover her breasts.
Amy rushed to dry off and get dressed; if there was one bimbo, more weren't far behind. And so Amy threw on some tacky souvenir t-shirt and bermuda shorts, running with Colin back to the truck, weapons in tow (except for the knife embedded in the bimbo's neck).
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Colin gritted his teeth at the stinging coming from his cuts as Amy poured alcohol all over them.
"Done." Amy said, wrapping the scratches up in bandages.
The gamer took a deep breath as he watched the road pass on by.
'Hey, this is a nice night.' Colin thought to himself. 'Clear sky, plenty of stars, and not a complication in sight.'
They were about a mile away from the border when the engine began to sputter and the car came to a complete stop.