Snippet #1297407

Kenjiro was firing at the undead horde, and after reloading only twice, had killed well over one hundred zombies. He sighed as he reloaded a third time and continued firing.
"Man, they just don't let up."
A woman on a motorcycle pulled up and offered him a ride.
"No thanks. A motorcycle in a zombie apocalypse is very unsafe."
A ten year old in a golf cart also pulled up and told him to get in.

"No thanks. A ten year old driving is also incredibly unsafe."
Then, out of nowhere, a guy in a car crashed into the airport.
"Well, that's unsafe option number three, but at least it's a car."
He got in on the passenger side and shut the door, moving the kid to the back. Elevator music was playing in the car, which contrasted sharply with the chaos outside.

"Get us out of here, man."
He rolled down the window, and shot every zombie approaching the car in the head. He had not expected to meet so many people on a now deserted airstrip. One zombie got close and Kenjiro popped it in the head, causing blood to hit the side of the car.
"Go, goddammit!"
He rolled up the window.