Eric and Smith walked out of the bank with Frank following slowly behind. Their pockets were lined with hundreds of stolen bills, well, except Frank who was morally opposed to stealing and knew Eric and Smith wouldn't give him any money if they could help it. "You sure you wanna take that? I don't think theres much to spend it on." Frank said as he joined them out on the street. "Yeah, but it can't hurt right? Maybe we'll run into some zombie strippers and you'll change your mind." Eric said with a grin. "I doubt it." Frank said as he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, we were gonna head over to the warehouse on the other side of the city, Smith here used to run a chop shop there and still has a few cars in storage that we can armor and use to escape this hellhole. If you wanna keep following us you better be of use, otherwise we won't think twice about leaving you to the zombies."
"Great, the only people left alive in this whole city are me and 2 convicts." Frank said as he followed the two down the eeriely empty street. "Be thankful you got us and not one of the REAL convicts from that prison. We're small potatos compared to some of them motherfuckers." Smith replied. "By the way, who are you and what were you in for?" Frank asked as they turned around the corner and started heading towards the nearby playground. "None of your goddamn business." Answered Eric. "Well can I at least know your names then? Mines Frank." Eric and Smith turned to look at each other and then turned to Frank. "Polite little fucker arn't ya? The whole city's gone to hell and all you care about is manners. Fine. I'm Eric, and this is Smith. Satisfied now, princess?" Eric repiled in an annoyed tone. "Oh very much good sir." Frank said sarcasticly. The three finally made it to the playground just outside the nearby school. "Which way?" Asked Frank as he looked around. "Well the quickest way to the warehouse would be to cut through the school, which is probaly full of zombies. OR we could go around the long way and avoid the larger groups of zombies." Smith replied as he took aim at a level one zombie about 20 yards down the street that was walking towards them. "Well, why don't you ask mr. manners here." Eric said as Smith dropped the zombie with a few shots from his AK-47. "Fine, your call twigboy." Smith said. Which way does Frank decide?
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