"Christ, watch your goddamn hands!" Ghost snapped as you leaned over into his seat to grab the gun from his holster. The barrel whisking past his nethers was enough to leave him pale.

But, you weren't paying him any mind. You had one job - shoot the zombies that were latched onto your vehicle. Ghost 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 a pain in my fuckin' ass."