you are chilling in an abandoned gas station, you’ve made it your home. There’s enough food and supplies that’ll last months. So far no zombies tried to eat you while you were there but… one day you saw a yellow hummer with the number three painted on the door pull up to your gas station. You scramble behind the counter to hide, shotgun in hand. A few minutes later Tallahassee busts the door open followed by Columbus, Wichita and Little Rock.

Tallahassee: glances around before motioning to the rest of the gang to look around there better be Twinkies in here… he mutters

Little Rock: that’s all you ever care about.

Colombus: SHH! there could be zombies…

Tallahassee: does it look like I give a crap? I ain’t afraid of zombies! They should be scared of me!

Wichita: scoffs