Colin followed an old man with a greyed red beard out to the left of the van and through the chaotic mess of a parking lot. It was pretty clear that people tried to leave in a hurry, with all the souvenirs smashed and dropped on the ground.
"Stay quiet, you never know when one of them 'bimbos' will jump out." the head of Team Dos said in a hushed voiced.
Everyone tiptoed their way through the smoke of a crashed car pileup. Colin squinted as spotted a bimbo groping herself in the admission booth.
He screwed the silencer onto his pistol and took aim at the blonde kneading her DD breasts like silly putty. Before he could take the shot, his gun was lowered by a crew member.
"We don't shoot 'til Rusty over there gives the signal." the buff tattooed man said.
Several other bimbos strutted out of the gate.
Rusty coughed and muffled his voice with his hand. Colin joined the others in taking aim and shooting the infected ladies down.
They slipped past the masterbating booth bimbo without her noticing, pulling out some burlap sacks.
"Alright, let's do this." Rusty ordered.