"I specifically removed my shirt so I wouldn't be covered in blood." I inform Salt.
"DAMMIT, WOON! This is my process. Do not mess with my process!"
I accidentally shoot Becky in the shoulder.
"Shit."
"Yeah, I don't think she'd be up for that, Zomb. Unless we end up in a Stockholm Syndrome type thing."
I jump when Woon touches me, and nearly shoot Becky in the face.
"Thank god I didn't reload..."
"Maybe we're just boring to you, because you're so fucking loopy. I'm having a lot of fun." I say, as whore-blood pours out onto my shoes.
I give Becky a piece of paper with my number on it, then holster my gun and follow Woon.
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