~The Hotel~
Drake: *Runs into pool management office* Shirt covered in blood* Dad... *Drops bloody crowbar*
Ed: You get the money from the hotel room?
Drake: *Tosses him wallet* There. Happy now?
Ed: Hey... *Laughs* That's my boy... Knocking zombie's heads clean off! *Takes wallet and counts money* Not a dollar out of place.
Carrie: Ed! When are you going to realize that he is only 16! Don't send my baby back out there alone, you bastard! *Runs of to Drake and wrap arms around him*
Drake: I'm fine... J-Just leave me alone! *Gets up and goes to other room*
Carrie: *Frowns* You're killing him slowly, you know that? Don't let your own son do your dirty work!
Ed: *Scowls* Why don't sit down and quit nagging. My son is gonna dominate football when we make it out of here alive. He has talent! He'll make tons of money by the truck load!
Carrie: *Rolls eyes* Pfft.. It's always about money...
Drake: *Runs into pool management office* Shirt covered in blood* Dad... *Drops bloody crowbar*
Ed: You get the money from the hotel room?
Drake: *Tosses him wallet* There. Happy now?
Ed: Hey... *Laughs* That's my boy... Knocking zombie's heads clean off! *Takes wallet and counts money* Not a dollar out of place.
Carrie: Ed! When are you going to realize that he is only 16! Don't send my baby back out there alone, you bastard! *Runs of to Drake and wrap arms around him*
Drake: I'm fine... J-Just leave me alone! *Gets up and goes to other room*
Carrie: *Frowns* You're killing him slowly, you know that? Don't let your own son do your dirty work!
Ed: *Scowls* Why don't sit down and quit nagging. My son is gonna dominate football when we make it out of here alive. He has talent! He'll make tons of money by the truck load!
Carrie: *Rolls eyes* Pfft.. It's always about money...