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Gorephobia drives in front of the car and jumps out, completely oblivious to the group of folks behind him, he shoots through the windshield, it misses Freak and Massacre Man.
Massacre Man (To Dudeman): Did he hit you?
Dudeman: No!
Massacre Man: Alright...
Freak stomps on the gas pedal, he tosses Gorephobia back against his truck, all of the infected people gather over him wrestling him to the ground, a few shots go off from his gun, a few of the people fall over dead.
Massacre Man: Go! Go! Go!
Freak drives around the people and gets back on the road, they continue on their path to the hospital. Massacre Man suddenly sits up, alarmed.
Massacre Man: Wait, go right.
Freak: Why?
Massacre Man: Just fucking go right.
Freak turns right, they are in a parking lot of a K-Mart.
Massacre Man: Stop in the middle of the lot in case we have to run.
Freak stops the car in the middle of the lane, facing the K-Mart.
Massacre Man: Come inside with me.
Freak looks back and points toward Dudeman.
Freak: What about him?
Massacre Man: I got a job for him. Dudeman, you think your safe to drive?
Dudeman: I guess.
Massacre Man: Alright, me and Freak are going inside to get weapons and shit, we need you to watch the car, can you do that?
Dudeman: Yeah.
Massacre Man: Great.
Massacre Man gets out with Freak, opens the back door and puts Dudeman in the driver's seat.
Massacre Man: Leave the engine running, if you see anyone just start driving.
Dudeman: Alright.
Massacre Man: Great, I owe you a 6-pack buddy, see ya in a few.
Dudeman: Are you serious?
Massacre Man: Sure.
Dudeman: Awesome.
Massacre Man and Freak walk to the door of the K-Mart, Massacre Man stops.
Massacre Man: Come to the liquor store next door with me real quick.
Cut to Massacre Man and Freak walking out of the liquor store, Massacre Man is holding a 6-pack of beer, he goes to the car and hands it to Dudeman.
Dudeman: Thanks.
Massacre Man: Wait until we get home, don't drink and drive.
Massacre Man and Freak walk back to the K-Mart, they enter and are greeted by an employee behind the only open check-out counter.
Ferretchucker: Hey Massacre Man!
Massacre Man (Not thrilled to see him): Oh... hey. You're working on Halloween?
Ferretchuker: Yep, I had friends but all of my friends cancelled.
Massacre Man: That sucks.
Massacre Man starts walking away, Freak follows. Ferretchucker quickly runs and catches up to them.
Ferretchuker: So um... how has your week off been?
Massacre Man (sarcastically): ...Uneventful.
Ferretchucker: Oh, just been hangin' at home?
Massacre Man: Yeah, went some places with a few friends.
Ferretchucker: Did you ever go check out that place your friend wanted to honeymoon?
Massacre Man (Curious): How did you know about that?
Ferretchucker: I read the comment conversation you guys had on MySpace. I tried to add you quite a few times.
Massacre Man (sarcastically): Oh, weird. I never got any of the requests.
Ferretchucker: Yeah, maybe you can send me one. Oh yeah, guess what.
Massacre Man (annoyed): What?
Ferretchucker: I got a new Ferret.
Massacre Man is about to reply when Freak interrupts.
Freak: Dude, we're trying to get something, so could you just... LEAVE US THE FUCK ALONE?
Ferretchucker: Sure... see ya Friday.
Ferretchucker walks back behind the counter.
Freak: So... what are we here for?
Massacre Man: Weapons.
Freak: Cool.
Cut to Massacre Man and Freak standing in the gardening section in front of the garden sheers and hoes.
Massacre Man: Well, I want something that will just get the job done, no second guessing, just slice, move on. I don't want anything coming back after I think I killed it and tearing my stomach out. That's why I'd much rather a machete than fucking garden sheers. Because I like not having my throat cut.
A group of people slowly gather at both ends of the aisle, Massacre Man and Freak are still looking at the tools having not noticed the mob of infected blocking their exits.
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