(Rudy Gaine's POV)
When people talk about their crazy mornings, most if any never mention being chased by the giant anthropoid equivalent to Tom Six's horrible cinematic wonder in a modded pickup truck, but yeah, life goes on right. FUCK THAT.
I'd rather be being chased by the flying monkeys from the Wizard of Oz since I know they don't have bullet-resistant decayed flesh and bone. Notice I said resistant instead of bulletproof as some sections of its body, mainly the decaying yet elastic-like flesh that held together the many torso's, were being torn and shredded by the bullets I was sending its way.
