"GWUARRHHHH!!!!"
The sound of snarling, unintelligible grunts echoed in the air. Along with it, a woman's panicked scream and the sound of gunfire.
"KYAH! GET AWAY!!!"
A large bald man shot and kicked nearly two dozen zombies. Although he had already killed over five of them, he was bleeding from various places. Mostly because he was using his body to protect perhaps the weakest Wraith I have ever seen.
"Possum."
"Yes, Kitten?"
"This is boring, can we kill them all now?"
"Not yet."
"Wanna root instead?"
"You sure you want to do this, Kitten?"
"Hehe, I wonder... something is already pressing against my ass..."
Hearing the straightforward request, I couldn't help but nuzzle against Robyn's neck. This made her giggle and lick my cheek like an adorable cat. She found such things more entertaining than watching what was going on in front of us.