And he took the gun from the holster, aiming it at the abomination.
"Gujaaaaa!", the abomination yelled.
"You won't have your day, mister! I'm gonna blast holes on you r head and turn your carcass into Zombeef", he screamed, before pulling the trigger on his Beretta whatever the model number is, it sure packs a punch.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
"Take that, you!"
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLARGH
"...is it over?", he wondered, as he lowered his aim and waited for the smokescreen to clear, when suddenly,
The abomination successively hit the man with a 3-hit combo, yelling the name of each movement as he struck.
The man started to cough blood, before abomination landed another strike on him with a fire extinguisher that seems out of place.
"Mercy!", pleaded the man.
The abomination wasn't interested in letting him live, thus he further set the man on fire using a flamethrower. The man writhe in agony, crying. Soon, his biological activity stopped.... he died!
I am Zombie, an average ordinary zombie you'd see in daily life. I just killed a man who was hunting me. Now, as for the next item on my agenda today...
* Pick up baby Diane from nursery
... I guess it's my turn today. So I took the car key from the man's burnt carcass, and drove off on his Regal.
As I was driving along the road, one cab, windows opened, came very close to the driver's side of my car. Inside, was a clown whose face was on the wanted list. The clown yelled,
"Bupporu gyaru piru gyappoppa!!!"
Then he smashed his cab right onto my door. The car lost control, and as I held tight the steering wheel to get back in order, the clown further rammed the back of my car.
I peeked out the window and said to the clown in a loud voice,
"Sir, I beseech you to follow the traffic rules, lest you become nuisance to other people."
I shouldn't have done that. I myself didn't follow proper traffic rules by not looking to where I was driving. Lo, in front of me was a guardrail. Which was supposed to prevent me from falling into the chasm. But it didn't, as my car was zooming too fast.
I wish I had a better death cry. Now who will fetch Diane for me?
I am an ordinary wanted clown you'd see in daily life. I just saw a zombie to his death by ramming his car with my taxi. I don't know why, but I feel obliged to fetch his baby Diane from the nursery.