"No, no, you have to," Cindy said with a little more urgency. It wasn't even that long into the whole thing, how could she be dying already? Cindy had been around death enough to know the signs of it. Getting down a little more, she went to go turn Harley over, so her face wasn't any longer in the dirt.

"Come on. We're supposed to be taking the rest of these fuckers on, aren't we? You can't be done yet. Here, look, I grabbed too much! Too much, come on, get up, and you get the pink baseball bat, how does that sound?" Her nerves were finally starting to catch up to her.