<b>RE: come take a look!</b><br/><br/>Trent sighed, shaking his head as they climbed into the bus. Dezy tapped their leader's shoulder and whispered into his ear. "Wonder what the hell got up her ass." Trent chuckled, patting Dezy's shoulder before they moved towards the back of the bus. Their guns were ready and fully loaded, and Trent had found a few more knives to attach to his belt. Now he jingled slightly louder then the others when he walked. Which was good. He was one of the fastest runners out of the group, so if he made more noise and got the zombies on his tail, he'd have the most chance of surviving. Although he was curious. He leaned over to Dezy and whispered, "Hey, I think the Russian rubbed a little of his attitude off on her." Dezy shrugged and whispered back, "Yeah, probably rubbed more then is attitude off on her." Mike smacked Dezy in the back of the helmet, making a very audible smacking sound. Then, once again, they all started laughing, James rubbing tears from his eyes.