Hmm... Now that I have this Olympia, I can just stay near my Gods for awhile. Now, all I have to do is think up a way to make all of them notice me... I'll use this as my chance. A zombie was a ways off... Here's my big chance I thought. I took my Olympia and blew it's head right off! I thought I'd finally be noticed. Okay, I was wrong. No one noticed. So, this is when I came up with a new plan. I went for the door near the stairs in the lobby. I opened it, opened the other door, then the one that went to the dressing room. I had this planned out well. I stood around in there for a bit and shot some zombies with my shot gun. Then, of all things I ran outta ammo, so I got the Mp40. The others weren't in there yet. I waited, and waited, I waited until finally all of them were in the room. "Wow. Look at all these dead zombies...", I said. "I mean, it's not like they dropped dead themselves...", I finished. I then forced out a cough. They all stayed quiet. "I'm doing all the killing here... Hello? Can you guys fucking hear? I just killed all of these zombies and I'm about to kill even more! Look! Look! I'm-I'm... killing... more zombies now...", I practically screamed at them. "I see...", Dempsey eventually said. Then he winked at me. I couldn't have been more annoyed. "Cut it out, dude...", I said. I mean, none of them even noticed me for who I am. Anyway, Dempsey replied to me with the question of, "Cut what out?"
I said nothing to this. I was happy that at least he noticed me. That's when my boob ''accidently'' fell out of my shirt. "Oops...", I said. At least they all noticed me. "What?", I asked when I saw them all looking a my boob. "Oh... I'm so sorry, I mean I didn't know it was going to pop out like that...", I said trying to act innocent. I had their attention, good, good...
I stuffed my boob back into my shirt. "No, leave it out!", Dempsey yelled.
I look around and notice that another round is starting (and Origins ruined this fanfiction).
