Alright, fa/tg/uys, this is OUR half of the post; we're camping that fucking door, and as soon as whatever the fuck made that noise pokes its head around the door, its BRAINSPLATTER TIME.
Also, fuck the prop sword. We'll just use our SHOOTFUN as our blunt weapon!
As you go to bash in the man's head from behind, he walks in front of the door; you are stunned by the roar of a shotgun as the man's head disappears, and are momentarily shell-shocked.
FUCK YEAR, GUYS, WE BLEW THAT ZOMBIE A NEW GODDAMN FACEHOLE. That'll teach HIM to mess around with the experts!
We start gathering those supplies!
You get up from sitting on the floor, and yell through the door at the fat man to be more goddamn careful. "You almost took my head off, you goddamn lunatic!"
UNGRATEFUL BITCH. WE KILL A ZOMBIE AND SHE GETS ANGRY
But it's cool, its awwwwwwwright; all that matters is getting the fuck out of dodge before those speakers we set up go off.
We tell her to get her shit together, because we're leaving; if she wants to come along, that's fine.
You scoff at the fat man before hurrying towards your apartment and grabbing your supplies and begin heading downstairs.
Okay, men, we've got our supplies, no- FUCK
Our car's battery has been dead for the last week; been meaning to replace it, but we wanted that new fucking Tyranid codex.
What do we do?