The arrow flew out like a rocket, striking right between the bimbo's eyes.
She fell to the ground with a tit jiggling thud, a red pool forming beneath her as Lindsay slipped out from under the car.
"That'll do the trick." Colin said, "Nice shot Cart-"
The big guy was passed out on the ground in a puddle of his own slobber.
"Oh right, the dart." Colin sighed, "Who's gonna help me carry him back to the van?"
Miles rolled up his sleeves, slipped on some latex gloves, and grabbed the big fella's limp, drooled-on arms, while the gamer grabbed his legs.
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Carter groaned, his vision blurred as he straightened up his posture.
The van was moving again, down what looked like an old stretch of road.
"We got it?" Carter asked.
"No thanks to brainiac over there." Paige huffed.
"He got in my way." Margaret replied.
"And you almost got our fuel can lost!" Paige retorted.
"It's not my fault he got in the line of fire!" Margaret spat.
"They just got done going at it..." Chester groaned.
"I could outdo you with a blindfold on." Paige smugly sneered.
"All you're outdoing me in is hostile, bitchy whinging!" Margaret yelled.
"Don't make me come back there!" Bill yelled from the front seat.
"Sorry." Margaret sighed, "I should try not to stress myself out. It will negatively affect our baby if I don't."
Paige smiled with all the sass of a high school queen.
Colin rolled his eyes as the crew became surrounded by corn.
"Are you sure you're reading that map right?" Carter asked.
"It's all greek to me." Bill shrugged.
"Then why are you driving?" Carter asked.
"Because Chester had to go back there and break up the squabble." Bill explained as he turned back to the road.
He slammed the brakes like a sledgehammer, throwing everyone forward.
He was stopped in his tracks by a man approaching on foot with a scythe.
"What're you doin' out here?" he asked with a stone cold face.
"Well, we're kinda lookin' for somewhere to hunker down, you know?" Bill explained.
"What he's trying to ask is, can we stay at your residence?" Margaret said.
"You think you can roll up in my cornfield and come asking me to stay in my house? Eat my food? Use my toilets?" he asked.
Colin chuckled with an awkward "Yeah."
"Well lemme tell yah what..." he frowned clutching his scythe.
Hostile or hospitable?
You decide.....