Mack remained mostly silent as the group of jerk offs wandered into the store with him. He kept his gun aimed at the door where he came in, listening to rather whacky conversations taking place around him. He tried to remain unseen, but his ridiculously loud outfit made that impossible, despite his small stature. Earlwise came sliding into the store, waving a ... hoe? Uncertain of exactly what was going on anymore, Mack hopped and ran in place nervously, pointing his gun at the crazy, wild eyed loon as he stood up and saluted.<strong>"What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck!? Do you *WANT* to get your stupid ass shot? Jesus *CHRIST!* He lowered the gun some. Can somebody PLEASE tell me wh.."</strong><br/><br/>He was interrupted by a loud scream as a ... woman? Was that a woman? ... came running into the store, her arms flailing wildly. It had blood on it's head and had a wild expression on it's wrinkled, toothless face. Mack brought his gun up again, pointing it at the newcomer who scared him nearly as much as the giant... whatevers that were eating people outside. He grimaced as she came closer, cover his face in the crook of his other arm. A muffled<strong>"God DAMN!"</strong>was heard despite his mouth being covered.<strong>"What the fuck happened to you? You look like you already died... 3 months ago!"</strong><br/><br/>Turning to the military man who spoke with an aire of authority, he listened closely, his mouth slightly gapped open and his gun still trained on the screaming dead woman with blood on her head and making a horrid weezing sound as she gasped. The military man was still yapping and barking and carrying on. He didn't really say anything helpful or worth remembering until he approached him. Mack's mouth dropped open as the man called him "midget". Mack stood frozen in place for a moment as he was paralyzed with rage. The military man walked away and Mack became a short blur of angry motion.<strong>"wh... what the fuck did you say, GI Joe? Come back here you pussy! I got your midget right h..."</strong>He pointed the gun where he saw the man disappear around the corner and pulled the trigger 3 times.<strong>"Hows that for know how to use my gun? Fuckin' son of a...."</strong><br/><br/>He trailed off into a low, mumbling string of perpetual profanities, facing the front of the store but not really watching, too pissed off and irritated to focus. He glanced back idly, catching a glimpse of the 3 whack jobs behind him, and he jolted with a start, remembering again what was going on.<strong>"Who the fuck was *THAT*?"</strong>