"Christ, watch your hands, mate!" Gaz snapped as you leaned over into his seat to grab the gun from his holster. The barrel whisking past his nethers was enough to turn him as pale as a ghost.

But, you weren't paying him any mind. You had one job - shoot the zombies that were latched onto your vehicle. Gaz grabbed the back of your waistband to keep you from falling out of the window as he continued to drive maniacally.

"I swear to god, {{user}}, you're going to be the fuckin' death of me."