Colin turned to the cold loner Lindsay, asking, "Didn't you use to siphon people's gas to keep your car running?"
"I also figured out how to remove security tags with a paperclip and a pair of pliers, what's your point?" she asked.
"There are cars all around us." Colin explained, "I'm sure we can scrounge up enough fuel."
Lindsay sighed, "Fine, but you guys are covering me."
A handful of crew members stepped out and followed the punk around, pressing themselves against cars as makeshift cover while their emo ally opened up the fuel line of a pick up truck.
The gas was taken without a hitch.
"It won't be enough to get us out of town." Chester commented.
"It's fine, let's just keep going." Colin commented.
The crew slipped by a few overturned cars before finding a jeep with two bimbos lapping at eachother's clits in the backseat.
Miles pulled out a machete and chopped at their throats in two clean motions.
Lynn and Margaret kept the blood wiped away as Lindsay drained the gas tank.
It still wasn't enough fuel.
They crawled to a red Focus, Colin doling out a handful of silencer headshots to a couple nude DD blondes snoozing in a huddle, Lindsay quickly sapping out the tank and still not having enough.
They crept up to a new, shiny Pontiac sitting in the road.
"That outta do it." Colin commented, motioning Margaret and Carter to cover the grungy punk as she unscrewed the fuel pipe.
"OMIGAWD, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" screeched a nude blonde with her clit dripping against the ground.
Margaret panicked and fired, shooting Carter in the shoulder.
"Uhhhhhh...whaaaaat was thaaaaaat?" Carter slurred as Colin spotted the dart in his shoulder.
"I was going to capture her for some experiments." Margaret frowned.
"Well you can, like, get the fuck away from my car before I shove you face in my ass!" the bimbo threatened, but it honestly sounded more like a whiney kid.
"Relax, I caaaaame prepared..." Carter sighed as his limbs flopped around his body, "I brought the saaaaaafeeeeest thiiiiing to operate in the caaaaase of being druuuuugged....."
"That would be?" Miles asked.
"A crossbow...." Carter drooled out as his arms wobbled like wet noodles.
Everyone dove for cover as Carter stumbled backward, the big man's blurry vision setting him aim a-kilter until he weakly squeezed the trigger, firing it into....