[The progress has reached 80%. Your friend is creeping up behind you to break your leg with the baseball bat.]
'Shut up.'
A sudden pain came to Keith's leg. He crumpled his knee to clutch his broken ankle. He was about to turn around when the heavy fist landed on his right cheek. The force was so heavy that the momentum made Keith's crumpled figure collapse to the ground with broken teeth.
"This is what you get for being too arrogant, you fucker."
Keith pretended to pass out.
[The progress has reached 85%. Your friend is planning to drag you to the front of the store and ring the alarm to call the zombies in the area.]
'That did not hurt.' Keith could only miserably play dead as he was dragged by his broken ankle. He was grabbed by the neck and hung onto the ice cream counter beside the double doors.
