<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Rule Four: Seat Belts</span></span><br/><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: tahoma;"><br/>The car engine revved while the fingers of Las Vegas gripped the steering wheel like a profession driver would in one of those action films right before burning some bad ass rubber. It was just too bad she had broken into a mini van instead of some old hot rod muscle car. Either way, her brown eyes narrowed at the two zombies that stood in her way of entering Wally's World. A baseball bat was not going to hold up against multiple opponents and so Las Vegas had commandeered an abandoned vehicle which amazing still had the keys inside. The interior had that smell of baby vomit, sweat, and cigarettes. Soccer Mom, she had thought when first getting into it without checking the back seats.   <br/><br/>The girl used her left hand to reach behind and grab for the seat belt before pulling it over her body and clicking it into a secure place. Las Vegas shifted around slightly in her seat and then smirked. Time to play. She rammed a hand down on the horn to draw the attention of the zombies, who whirled around with a snarl. Number One was apparently someone that has worked here, easily seen by the orange buggy boy vest hugging to his fat stomach. Number Two seemed to be some small Asian woman, and Las Vegas assumed that she had worked at the nail salon across the street. Hey, even in a zombie apocalypse, stereotypes still survived. <br/><br/>With limbs flailing and rotten human flesh still dangling from their chops, the blood stained, half-dressed zombies went running towards the car in that awkward lumbering sprint. It would have been easier for Las Vegas to press down on the gas pedal if it weren't for the fact that Buggy Boy had lost his pants along his travels in the apocalypse. Good God, what a hideous sight; that nasty ass gray phallus swinging back and forth between his legs. Someone please put the guy out of his misery or get him some pants. <br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: tahoma;">She'd never look at a cock the same way again after that.</span></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: tahoma;"><br/>The tires squealed against the pavement, and the van moved forward at surprising speed. Las Vegas placed both hands on the wheel and let nothing break her concentration while gaining momentum with the vehicle. The zombies kept on running towards her, while another pair had turned around the corner to follow after the first. She hadn't planned for more than just the two but her method of zombie slaying a.k.a Zombie Bowling, would still work. It was just going to hurt a bit... <br/><br/>"Come get some," she yelled out in the vehicle while preparing for the first wave of zombies hitting the van. Las Vegas pressed on the pedal even more to gain as much speed as she could during the last moment before impact. Hitting the Asian Lady and Buggy Boy was like slamming into a wall thanks to the fat ass human-muncher. Las Vegas could literally feel her slight frame lifting up in the seat before careening towards the steering wheel when the hood of the van rammed into the large, rotting bodies. After the initial hit though, it was like running over far too large speed bumps, which the girl had no problem doing. The van suffered more than Las Vegas though, and wasn't going to be much use after her mission was done in the parking lot. The zombies' heads had exploded along the pavement, popping like some horrible zits on a pubescent teen's face before their innards had also been squished out of their bodies like toothpaste from the roll. Disgusting. <br/><br/>Now to deal with the unexpected surprise zombies that were running towards her weapon of choice; the Soccer Mom Van. Las Vegas composed herself to sitting upright once more and sped the car up with a push against the pedal while re-gripping the wheel. "Time to go shopping motherfu--" <br/><br/>DING went the front doors before they exploded with glass from the van tearing through them and into the building, splattered with zombie parts. The tires squealed against the tile floor as it came to a sudden stop just beside the <strong>Hair Care</strong> section. A few seconds later a foot dressed in a black boot landed on the floor before its mate joined as a head rolled off of the hood to thud against her boot. The girl placed a boot upon the decapitated zombie cranium and took up her baseball bat.  <br/><br/></span><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: tahoma;">"Clean up on aisle three." </span></div><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Zombie Kills: Four<br/>Zombie Kill of the Week: Zero</span></span></div>