(His name is Zane actually, thanks for adding the chapter, friend).
Zane chuckled as he patted Colin on the back.
"Dude, that was fuckin' awesome! Now that crazy fucker's burning up back there!" Zane cackled at the death of the psychotic santa impostor.
"And everybody else! And it was on accident!" Colin shouted.
"Yeah, as if you actually cared about those random losers." Zane laughed.
The deliquent stopped smiling when Colin scowled at him.
"Oh... you were serious... lame." Zane scoffed.
"Look, those mindless sluts are basically zombies... I have no problem killing a zombie... but a living person? That's horrible! On accident? Even worse!" Colin said.
"Lemme tell yah something... getting all feely about people dying in this mess is just gonna slow you down... there's no more society, no laws, no order... it's kill or be killed." Zane grinned "I've waited years for this."
"What are you, an anarchist?" Colin asked.
"Obviously, fatass." Zane chuckled.
"Look, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here... I'm not working with you." Colin said as Zane pulled a machete on him.
"Now what kind of thank you is that to the guy who spotted you the oxygen?" Zane asked.
Colin shook him off.
"Why would you save me?" Colin asked.
"Because you're useful, obviously. The way you tricked those dumb bitches to do an indoor coal floor was pretty crafty... I don't need friends, I need skills." Zane demanded.
"And why would I loan myself to you?" Colin asked.
Zane pulled a stolen pistol out and made it clear in one sentence, "Because I'm not asking...."
Colin begrudgingly took his hand and followed him to a car.
"Was gonna loot the mall... but I think I have a better idea."Zane said.
"What?" Colin asked.
Zane didn't say a word and drove them to a...