"There's an in-tact skyscraper I know of a couple of miles from here." Jackson, the blonde-haired teen, announced, "Let's post up on the top and snipe these freaks in shifts!"
"Into a skyscraper!?" The brown-haired woman with matted hair scoffed angrily, "Are you insane!?"
"I'm not!" Jackson yelled with a fiery temperament, "If Ice General Skye wants us to practice, we should do it!"
"KYahhhHHhahhhHHhahhhhHHhhhH!"
CRaCkkKk! CRaaSHhHh! CRaaackKKkk! BOOM!
Thousands of zombies weaved and jumped over cars on the clogged ten-mile road through the city.
"You call [this] training!?" She scoffed angrily, "Wake the fuck up, kid!
You're already delusional for trusting that woman. Now, as you're about to die, you're still gonna play her games!?"
"Shut the fuck up, Brenna." Keaton, the gruff, bearded man, scoffed, "Training or not, this is a fucking suicide mission—let's just agree on that. She fucked us, now we gotta survive; end of discussion.
