[There really isn't enough time to react because he suddenly yells and leans back as far as he can from the zombie's claws, immediately unlocking the safety of the gun and firing straight into the eye, or hopefully. Please enjoy the loud, exaggerated moan that comes from said-gun.]
Take it! [He had one in his hand and he passes it to her. He has a free hand now and, stupidly, slips his left hand into his pocket to slip a rainbow-colored brass knuckle on before hauling back to punch the body back as hard as he can in the chest.] What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!
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Take it! [He had one in his hand and he passes it to her. He has a free hand now and, stupidly, slips his left hand into his pocket to slip a rainbow-colored brass knuckle on before hauling back to punch the body back as hard as he can in the chest.] What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!