Amy squeezed the trigger, the bullet rushing out and punching deep into the bimbo's exposed clitoris.
"AUUUUUUUUUUUUGH! AHHHH! WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK?!" the bimbo screamed in pain while clutching her bleeding groin.
Without a second to spare, Amy got up on her feet and raised the gun to shoot again. The bimbo charged at her and used her breasts to slam Amy into the wall. The stringy girl held her bleeding nose as the angry redhead began furiously kicking her in the groin, screaming
"HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IT? HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IT?!? HOW DO YOU FUCKING LIKE IIIIIIIIII-"
A loud, sickening crack filled the air as Amy closed her eyes tight. When she opened them, the bimbo was dead on the ground, bare breasts flopped out and a knife sticking out of her head.
Colin helped Amy up with one hand while holding his towel with the other.
"I'm gonna get dressed, and then we'll get you patched up, okay?" Colin asked.
Amy nodded as tears of pain rolled down her face.
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Colin looked out over the moonlit desert as he drove on past it. Sand blew in the wind across the empty asphalt highway, not a soul in sight for what felt like miles. He briefly turned back to the girl resting on his shoulder, with cottonballs stuffed up her nose and an ice pack between her legs.
'Well, at least she's alright.' Colin thought to himself, 'Nice, safe bunker here I co-'
"Woah!" Colin shouted as he slammed on the brakes.
Amy stirred awake, groaning as she hit the door.
"W-What's going on?" the brunette whined as she looked up and saw somebody standing in the middle of the road.
The figure slowly walked up to the car.
"Who is that?" Amy asked as she squinted.
"Not sure, but I don't wanna stick around and find oOOOOOUT." Colin jolted as he saw another figure standing right next to his window. It was a burly woman with short cut dark hair and deep brown eyes holding a spray can.
"Amy I think this might be a bad place to be-EEEEEEE!" Colin sputtered as he saw another tough looking woman staind by the passenger side window.
Colin looked around the whole car: it was surrounded by these mysterious women.
Colin slowly rolled the window down and gave a nervous smile.
"H-Hey there, ma'am, w-what seems to be the trouble?" He stuttered right before getting a face full of mace and a punch to the jaw.
When Colin came to, he found himself on the side of the road, his weapons and truck gone.
"Amy? Amy?" Colin asked aloud before realizing she was gone, too.
Suddenly, a Jeep pulled up and it's driver blunty said,
"Get in, now."