Red knocked the pistol out of the man’s hand and grabbed him by the collar. “What the fuck, Vince?”
“Dude, what? He was all up on me.”
“So you move. It’s a zombie, it’s not like you can’t outrun it.”
“I’m tired. What the fuck is your problem?”
Red spoke as if to a five-year-old. “You shot it. They all heard. Now they’re coming, and we’re going to have to spend all our ammunition fighting them off.”
Mr. Berry interjected, “Just shoot him, pick up his gun and let’s be on our way.“
Vince’s eyes grew wide. “Wait, what now?”
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