<strong>Mack Datti Sex</strong><br/><br/>The streets were littered with wrecked vehicles and debris of all sorts as Mack sped along the once busy city street on his way out of town. He passed a shopping cart loaded full with electronics and jewelry that some poor shmuck had tried to lift from the now unstaffed electronics store, the remains of his shattered corpse sprawled gruesomely on the street. Ahead of him, someone would occasionally run across the street screaming hysterically, followed shortly by some giant abomination. In a few locations, Mack noticed, a giant… hairball looking thing would be laying on top of something… or someone, that something or someone always crushed beyond recognition.<br/><br/>As he sped by one particularly gory scene involving a church bus full of elderly people, there was a sudden, bone jarring as some poor soul plowed into the hood of Mack’s beautiful Cadillac, having taken a swan dive from somewhere up the 30 story office building he was passing. Startled, Mack instinctively jerked the wheel hard to his right, the ruined face of the person on his car sliding along his windshield which had been smashed into an indiscernible myriad of spider-web cracks, rendering Mack virtually blind. He careened off the main road, onto the sidewalk, destroyed a newspaper dispencer, a serious of mailboxes and finally crashing into the front of a liquor store called “Beaver Liquors.”<br/><br/><strong>”God DAMMIT!”</strong>Mack cursed at his misfortune as he hopped down out of his cadillac, infuriated as he inspected the damage his Cadillac had sustained. He grabbed the arm of the unfortunate remains that cratered his hood and dragged the corpse off of his Cadillac and onto the sidewalk.<strong>”You STUPID Mother FUCKER!”</strong>He kicked the corpse in what was left of its head, his foot getting stuck in the gore that remained. Grimacing at the results, he wiped his foot on the corpse’s clothes and waddled hurriedly to the rear of his vehicle, the trunk door popping open with a press of a button.<br/><br/>Reaching in, Mack snatched up a couple of chrome plated Colt 1911 .45 caliber pistols with gold plated triggers and inlaid pearl pistol grips as well as many magazines of ammunition as he fit into his pockets. He tucked the pistols into the waistband of his ridiculous pants, returning to the front seat to grab his cane and his pimp hat. Just then another one of the monstrous creatures suddenly landed behind him from out of nowhere.<strong>”Fuck me!”</strong>Mack whispered to himself in terror. He didn’t know what these things were and he wasn’t sure if this one saw him or not, but he wasn’t going to hang around to find out. He decided to take cover rather than take his chances with the gun and quickly  ducked inside the first door he saw. The door to the Shoppins.<br/><br/>Just to be on the safe side, he pulled out one of his pistols, carefully backing himself into the store and away from the door. Movement caught his eye and he glanced over quickly, finding a wild haired woman in a lab coat and wearing glasses. He stretched his arm out, pointing his gun towards the door and exclaimed,<strong>”Some kinda god damned super crabs out there fuckin’ EATIN’ people!”</strong>He quickly looked over the crazed looking woman , wrinkling his nose at her as his mind raced.<strong>”What are you, a doctor? What the hell’s going on out there? Mega venereal disease? God dammed prostitutes!”</strong><br/>