The ramshackle caravan of "borrowed" cars and Police Cruisers barrelled through the epidemic torn Western Lakeside Highway at break neck speed. Strafing around the many wrecks that dotted the once pristine city highway.
"Supply Team, Child Transport, how's it holding up back there?" Hawthorne asked over radio.
"Ze children are safe and I have ze pedal to ze metal." the french woman in the white van replied.
"Darius is getting all kinds of car sick, but we're holding up! ....*BLUUUUUUURGH* .... AWWWWW ALL OVER THE LEATHER?!" groaned supply team head Tino.
Colin interjected with "Good, everbody's holding up... now FOCUS ON THE HORDE!"
He pulled up the assualt rifle and shot right between the eyes of a drooling, moaning blonde rubbing her clit against the side of Hawthorne's cruiser.
Every cruiser was packing a gunner who stuck themselves out of the sun roof for one reason only: shooting the infected prowling on the highways as they tried to topple, crash, or get inside the cars as they drove though.
The civilians defended themselves however they could. The mullet guy was riding passenger in a truck and blasting bimbos in the face with a shotgun. An older man beat the teeth and blood out of bimbos with his cane before getting lip-locked by one and having his sedan crash through the barrier. The childern covered their eyes as another old timer fired a machine gun into the throng of wet, horny bimbos running them down. The moans of a bimbo rubbing her ass against a corvette's windshield were cut off by a woman in a trench coat slitting her throat with a butcher knife. And so on and so forth.
Colin entered an adrenaline fuelled laser focus as he shot down bimbo after bimbo, only missing when Hawthorne swerved around a car in the road.
'And they said I wasted my Arcade tokens playing Jurassic Park instead of Ski Ball... well who's the idiot now, Gill?! Those tickets aren't gonna do shit for you no-'
Colin thoughts on his steady aim from a moving car were cut off by a bimbo jumping on the roof of the car: they figured out where the shots were coming from.
"HEYYY CUTIE, HOW 'BOUT A KISS?!" shouted a DD-licious redhead as she puckered her lips and fingered her puss.
"NO!" Colin yelled while shooting her in the face.
The gunners fired away at the bimbos jumping for them. Some were pulled out of their cars and thrown to the ground, swallowed by the horde with frightened screams. Everyone else, like Colin, slammed the sunroof shut after ducking down as the cars shifted into full blown accelerate from drive. Drivers weaved between cars and through fire (freaking fire!) , the bouncy boobed bimbos not too far behind.
"Oh dear God...." Hawthorne gasped.
Colin looked to see a pile-up of crashed cars ahead, and a drive off the side in either direction. Panicked voices over the radio pleaded for an answer.
Colin grabbed the radio and yelled...