The colossal He-man standing next to me pulls out his Glock pistol shooting whatever threat comes his way, meanwhile, Jon his temperamental counterpart shoots his Five-seven pistols erratically. Rashawn pulls out his 9mm Pistol and joins in the fight, all the while Bob stays near his 1988 Yugo examining the electronics. Five kills in, Jon’s gun jams during reloading, but Rashawn quickly uses his jungle knife to save him from a gory demise. Shooting from the back of his truck, Clay sees were just wasting ammo, being irrational, and acting erratic, so he shouts, "We need to leave now!" Following Clay’s orders, we retreat to the west side of the cemetery.
