''I see how it is. I clean up after you, and when I'm done, I'm joining him?'' ''No, man, that's not what I meant!'' ''What did you mean Vince? You split his fucking head open!'' ''I'm not sayin anything, and I appreciate all you did, but I don't know if you'll keep your word. That's why I need your help with this!'' We turned to the guy sitting on the chair, tied up and gagged. ''This guy is a fucking cop! They find out we did this, we're going away for a long time!'' ''It's not like you're gonna pull the trigger! No one's gonna miss a dirty cop, so what I'm asking is for you to give him a bath, if you know what I mean...'' We've been friends for a long time. Even before the outbreak. He was like a second father to me. He knew my father, so he was like a uncle, if an uncle was con artist and a burglar. At least, before his wife and kid came into play. Kenny helped me clean up Eric, but this cop was a bit too friendly with his father, and even more friendly with his mother. I lifted up the revolver and pointed it at the cop.

*Click* The gun clicked harmlessly. ''Why would you?...'' She started, obviously confused. ''I wanted to know if Norma was right...'' ''Hey, Cock breath! I like your ominous ending, but Naka's men are coming, so if you want to start coming to, how bout you get your ass a gun! Jesus...'' I turned around and saw Jimmy leaning around the corner from the front. He tossed me an AK and two clips. Ninety bullets. ''Wait...You gave me one bullet for the revolver?!'' ''Oh yeah, I mean, You didn't need it anyway... Fine, this has bullets in it.'' I handed her my 9mm. ''Protect the kids. And yourself...'' She gave one last quick kiss and ran off after them. ''Horn dog, Are you ready?!''

Jimmy and I were gonna take the front line. I looked over the horizon, and saw something incredible. ''My god...They got a car!?'' Jimmy asked in disbelief. ''Richard said they were in one, but I didn't think he was serious...'' ''Pull yourself together! Some assholes are in our car, we should take it back, right?'' I rested the AK on the porch wall and took aim. ''Jimmy, don't fire at the car, hit them when they get out.'' ''I'll take the one on the left, you get the one on the right.'' It was risky. We could hit the passenger side, and the back right door, if we weren't careful. They stopped about 100 feet from the porch, and the two stepped out almost immediately. We fired simultaneously,hitting our targets. Wait...What the fuck? Two more stepped out, okay, I guess. ''Alright, hit em again.'' As if expecting, they ducked down, and the bullets flew harmlessly over them. Well, not harmlessly, they hit the passenger side window.

They were...robotic. They aimed at the same time as each other, shot at the same time...What are these guys? They must be some sort of special operatives kind of people. It seemed for every guy we took out, another would step out of the car. They were making advancements to the house, even with Richard and Paige picking them off and Jimmy and I firing into the very large crowd. You know...They're not showing skin... Mirror shades, all black clothing, ski masks, and gloves. ''Jimmy, we should get back inside...'' I started to move, when Jimmy pulled me back down. ''Fuck that, mate! Here, I was holding this for a special occasion...haha...'' He reached into his back pocket and pulled out...a bottle of scotch? ''Wrong special occasion Jim.'' ''Shut up. It's gasoline.'' He tore off a piece of his sleeve and put it into the bottle. He then took out a lighter and lit the rag. ''Where did you even get all this stuff? You just pulled a bottle of gasoline from your fucking pocket.'' He didn't respond, instead he took aim and ducked down. ''Keep me cover until they get closer.'' I took aim with my own weapon and let loose into the squad of people, firing 30 bullets in a matter of seconds.

Actually...They don't even seem to be...in pain? I mean, they were flinching, but the non-kill shots weren't even stopping them in their tracks. It's like they were on a runway. At about 30 feet from the house, I decided to throw it. ''Here, gimmie!'' I grabbed the bottle and hurled it in their direction. It landed a bit on the side of the middle of the group, which is good considering how it got most of the left side of the group. Okay. What the fuck? They were dying, but they weren't even dying right! They didn't scream, they didn't flail around, they didn't even fucking run. They just sort of collapsed. What is this?! I took aim at the now smaller group, only for the gun to click. I grabbed Jimmy's, only to find it in the same problem. No more ammo. Great. Rich and Paige are still firing though, so that's something. ''Unless you got another, let's get inside!'' I pulled Jimmy up and into the house. ''Fuck. Got any ideas?" ''Of course mate!''...''Well, what is it?! We're about to die, stop fuckin around!'' ''My bad. Here!'' He lead me to the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the holder. ''You grab one too!'' I grabbed a big one, not that I see what's going on. ''What are we gonna do with this?'' ''We wait.'' ''Vinz! Come here!'' We ran upstairs to Rich. He pointed outside. ''They're dropping their guns!'' I looked out, and it was true. They're guns were scattered on the ground, and the guys started to get up onto the porch.

''Don't worry, I knew this was coming. Come with me, it's time to fight!'' Jimmy, almost too enthusiastically, rushed down the stairs, just as I heard the door give away. They rushed at us, but I had enough time to get my knife up, and plunge it into the closest one. I started just swiping, and stabbing, one after the other. I couldn't see Jimmy, but I could hear guys dropping from his direction. I'm having the time of my fucking life right now! Fucking dropping all of you motherfuckers! Bodies are falling fucking everywhere! Blood is...Not going anywhere? What? Where is? I ignored it and continued fighting on. The group was very small, about 15 people now, so I could see Jimmy. Really fucking weird how all these guys were in ONE car...Jimmy was just destroying EVERYTHING. In about 10 seconds, he ripped through 7 different people, versus my 3. The fifteen were all dead in FIVE seconds. About 45 people were all over the ground. Couldn't walk more than 2 feet without stepping into something. And guess what? No blood. This weird fucking Patrick Swayze ghost shit is really pissing me off. What are these guys? Better question, why didn't they just shoot me? ''Good Job Vince! That was fucking BEAUTIFUL! And we got a car!'' He was practically jumping with joy. ''Come on mates! It's time to go!" He yelled throughout the house. I left and went into the backyard, seeing a little shed. She's probably in there.

Here, just open this...There...There. ''Are you guys alr-'' CLACK Ah! What the- What the fuck was that!? God my chest is on FUCKING FIRE! AHHHH! Did I get shot?! ''Vinz? Vincent! Are you okay?!'' Oh god, is that Sam...She sounds so far...''Paige, Richard! Jimmy! Anybody! Get over here!''...''Alex, go get help! James stay here!''..."Is Vinz gonna be alri-'' ''Just-...Here hold this! I need to-..." "Vince? Vince! Is he okay?!"...''Sam, what happened?! Sam?! Talk to me!'' ''He-I...I didn't know-...Oh god, Vincent, Please don't die on me!''...''Vinz? Mate, are you still with us? Shit. Grab him, and his shit, help me carry him to the car, Now!''...''MMPH-''...''Did you shoot him?!''...''I didn't mean it! *Sob* Why did-...''

''Here! Open the door! Backseat!''...''Do you know...'' ''I think so, but...''...''Richard go grab some of the guns, put em in the trunk, I grabbed the keys, Sam...''...''Do you rememb-...''...''I got as much as I...''...''Vinz...You promised...*Sob*''...

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''Hey big bro!''

Yeah, you like that? I know you like that! Shout out to Volonja for giving me a sweet idea, Thanks man!