[Posher778]

PERFECT. How's that for a way to go? And Pap... You got owned.

Me, Dustin, and Rayne were thinking of a funny outcome with the way the zone went down.

Dustin ran through the woods, hunting any possible prey. Just then, out of the brush sprinted Posher, who halted right at the barrel of Dude's shotgun. Posher glared at Dude, a mix of fear and humor on his face. Dustin cocked the shotgun, and took aim. As he did, Papillon emerged from the brush behind Dude. "Do it Dude. Kill that fucker!"

"But... Dustin!" Posher said, a surprisingly twisted grin on his face, as if he and Dude knew something Pap didn't.

"ANNIHILATE HIM Dude! NOW!" Pap yelled, angrily.

"I do what I want!" Dude laughed, as he wheeled around.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! The bullets tore through Pap's surprised and awe-struck face. Posher smiled a wicked grin as Pap's blood splattered all over his face, dripping down onto his feet.

Pap fell to her knees and glared at the two BR pals, and they looked back with extreme satisfaction.

"Teamwork. Does a lot more than alliances." Posher smirked.

"That and GUNS!" Chuckled Dude.

"You... Little... SHITS!" Pap growled.

"Blah." Dude snorted.

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!

The bullets pummeled Pap, and she fell backwards. Lifeless.

Dude turned and looked at Posher.

"We're such douchebags." He said.

"Well... Yea." Posher said, douchebaggingly.

Posher looked past Dude, and said:

"Oh, look! An alien! Cool! I mean...

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Posher sprinted off into the brush, to prepare for his inevitable death.

Dude glared at the approaching alien with a look of rage building in his eyes.

Then some stuff happened and whatever.