Since everything that shouldn't be moving outside was either dismembered or had gone into hiding, Quinn went full "Redrum" and almost shouted the phrase that was meme'd to shit whenever someone was trying to forcefully break a door open.
And since every deadhead inside didn't bother to put up a fight, everything else was just so fucking one-sided, I jokingly thought of changing teams to tick her off.
But yeah, joking aside, I kept close with my gun in hand because, at the end of the day, all it'll take was a lucky deadhead to somehow get a hit in and Quinn would be permanently changing uniforms.
It's just that when we were halfway into clearing the 3rd building Quinn busted into, the deadheads left inside who were "cowering" in fear suddenly dropped down like puppets who got their strings cut.
"Huh?" Quinn looked at me confused after she forcefully stopped her swing.
I didn't answer as I pulled up my radio and contacted our group outside.
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*bzzt*
"Hey, did any of you nail it?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Huh?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Nail what?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"The ones controlling them. Did anyone nail it?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[You're the only ones picking them off.]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[We're also busy here stacking these things up.]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Huh?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Something wrong?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[What happened over there?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Is it just this building or did every deadhead in this rest stop suddenly drop dead? We sure as hell didn't kill the Stitcher, Sentry, or whatever the fuck's controlling them so that's why I'm asking everybody if they just nailed it or what."
*bzzt*
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At that moment, no one replied as they seemed to have started to check out everything that Quinn and I haven't been to though Quinn started to chop up the now lifeless corpses in front of us. She stopped at the last one because she thought that we should've dismembered them outside—for easier transportation—but I told her that it was fine because what if the dead spring back to life again?
Quinn nodded pensively, "That's... Yeah, that makes sense."
"That's what I would do if I was one of them."
"Huh?"
"You know, confuse them by turning the shit off then turning it back on that last second then boom! Meat's back on the menu bois~ You know..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Quinn?"
She eventually shook her head, "I'm surprised at myself that I understood that... Yeah... I'm breaking new ground today."
"Heh."
With that said, we were informed that each and every deadhead in this zone was no longer a threat but their ringleader of sorts was fucking missing. We spent the better part of a couple of hours clearing each building and making sure that no stone was left unturned but there were no signs of a co-star of a hentai flick or a pineapple that held dominion over corpses.
It didn't take long before we set alight the flesh bonfire Jesus and the rest put up, but he approached me after making sure it had enough gas to burn them to cinders.
"Hey man, we still haven't found whatever it is that's making them do stuff, right?"
*bzzt*
"But Jesus, that's a fairly new truck, right? We can—"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[That's a fucking Tacoma, who would want that?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Umm... I would?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Haaah?! You must be kidding, right?!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"It's actually one of the prizes we won from winning the games last time..."
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[HAHAHAHAHA!!! IT WAS?! OH MY FUCKING GOD, A TACOMA OUT OF ALL— Damn~ Mr. Cuervo's probably drunk when he did that. But yeah, you like what you like.]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"So... Aren't we gonna try and take a look? We have some gas and we could hotwire it?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[You serious?]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"If it runs, it can run? We can trade it for more shit if we stop by the university or the DDR Camp later..."
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[I guess we're making another stop. Oi! Brix! Michelle! We're bringing the Tacoma with us!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[HAAAAAH?!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Will it still fucking work?! I shot at it a couple of times when we passed by it!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[IT WOULD COZ' YOU PROBABLY MISSED!]
*bzzt*
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At this point, we turned around and drove close to this Tacoma that was abandoned by this small farmhouse of sorts, and we performed the necessary procedures before trying to jump the car.
I easily cleared the small trail of zombies following us from behind while the others circled around the farmhouse for any surprises.
With that said, we eventually discovered that the vehicle we were trying to take with us sustained a bit of external damage but it could still run okay. And surprisingly enough, the biggest issue we had to face was who the fuck would drive this vehicle because everyone else in Jesus' crew was fucking against it.
Jesus suggested the most obvious solution, "Quinn. You're the one who led us to it, drive it!"
"Hah? I just asked what it was but *pointing at me* he was the one who suggested we take it back!"
Isaac raised his hand, "I can drive it?"
Everyone else looked at him, "You will?"
"Yeah?"
"You poor soul—"
At this point, the problem would have already been solved but Jesus walked up to him with a solemn expression before giving him a prayer. It almost made Isaac back out of fear but Jose eventually relented and decided to accompany him.