Fortunately, everything was going according to plan.
Colin and the gunners had just enough ammo on them to thin the horde out.
The supply runners threw in some shots of their own; not one of them got snagged in the bimbos' clutches.
"The last bag's in! Let's get the hell out of here!" the old timer gunner yelled.
The crew fired into the horde until everyone was in the car, before booking it out of there.
"What about the others?!" Colin asked.
"They can find their own way back, this is goin' full blown fuckin' frenzy!" Tino yelled as the horde ran them down for five city blocks, bare breasts bobbing all the way....
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"You left half the supply team behind?!" the Chief yelled.
"The horde would've swallowed us up if we didn't go then and there." Rocko responded.
The police chief sighed a tired sigh.
"Alright, I understand." he said.
Colin sighed in relief and replied "Well, this was an eventful day, I'm just gonna-."
"Didn't say I was finished." the Chief interrupted.
Colin sat back down.
"However, in the event that the second half of your team isn't back by morning tomorrow, we must assume the worst and go out looking for more possible supply team members." the Chief finished.
The crew solemnly nodded as everyone went to bed.
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The next day dawned with an uncertain stillness that couldn't be shaken.
Had the rest of the crew survived?
Would they be willing to work after getting left behind?
Were they infected?
Were they dead?
"Almost 10 o'clock", Rocko sighed, "They ain't comin'."
Everyone sighed and began walking back in.
Suddenly, they heard the distinct tread of tires against asphalt.
Colin's eyed wiped with anticipation.
"Look, someone's coming!" Colin yelled.
The crew turned and looked behind them with optimism.