Oh, I know! A character not in on the virus situation! Yeah, that'll liven things up!
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"Hey.... where'd that *urp* buncha ladies go?!" a slurry voice said from the Mall's 18+ only cocktail bar.
Colin recognized that voice from the time he and James took that camping trip: Stanley Benson, uncle of his friend, chronic alcoholic.
"Hey Stan, how many fingers am I holding up?" Colin said while extending his pinky and thumb.
"T-*urp*-Threeeeee? F-*blech*- Four?" the fat guy with the crappily cut brunette hair and tacky Hawaiian shirt belched.
"Yep, he's tanked." Rachel groaned.
"And who is he exactly?" Tino asked.
"My uncle." James replied. "He brought us here and went to the bar before the horde got the guards and pretty much everyone else."
Everyone looked to see James pointing at air.
"Huh? Aw man, not again!" James groaned as Stan stumbled towards a nude blonde bimbo massaging her DD tits.
"Heyyyyyyy, y-you *hic* come here often?" Stan asked.
Colin took a shoot at the back of the bimbo's head, splashing blood against the wall she propped herself up with.
"Wha waz zat?" Stan slurred.
James began leading him away as a few bimbos starting heading their way. "Just a stray paintball, uncle stan, now go sit in the bar like we told-"
"Heyyy boys!" Cooed a busty blonde in a tattered fast food uniform kneading her tits.
"Free sample.. heehee." giggled an equally curvy brunette as she squeezed her tender, swollen nipples.
"Not interested." James said as he walked his uncle past the speeding bullets from Tino's rifle.
"Wanna play?" a blonde bimbo with a big ass said as she shook it in their faces.
"No thanks." said James nervously. as more bimbos surrounded them.
Colin looked over at his friend trying to escape.
"Fuck it." Colin said as he charged in and..