Snippet #2435877

James had stood a little ways off with Uncle Luke, not really paying attention. It was something he was doing more and more now and he knew it was foolish. If he spaced out and a zombie attacked him, he was dead or worse, infected. Nonetheless, he snapped out of it when he heard the radio in the distance and the telltale groan of the zombies.

"Today here, we have a band of survivors against a zombie hoard! Will humanity prevail? Or will the zombies increase in numbers!! Let's find out!"

"Fucking assholes!" he cursed, recognized the radio. What kind of sick bastard set up these traps anyway? He did not know, but it was a sad fact of life that although the zombies ended civilization, some humans were worse. He gripped his bat in one hand and held his pistol in another as he rushed over to the commotion. It seemed that the group had taken care of most of them and were unharmed, which was a relief. There was even a new girl. He raised an eyebrow, but before he cold say anything, another one rushed behind her back and he fired his pistol at its ankle, making it stumble before swinging his bat, breaking its neck.

"We need to leave. Now," he said shortly. He glanced at the new girl but said nothing. Introductions cold wait for later.