Such harsh words from a innocent looking young boy. He kicked an infected in the face, trying to get on top of an abandoned - and most of all scrapped - car in the middle of what was apparently a ghost town, now. Surrounded by those disgusting.... things, he was just trying to keep them away from him.
He knew that if he fight them all, he could say goodbye to his humanity and he didn't want to be infected like those people. He had to find a way to keep them far away and run to a safer place. The plan sounded good. The problem was there was no safe place around and he was now stuck on top of a car.
Yeah.... He never really came up with good plans. Normally, Minki just fight his way out of those kinds of problems, heal himself if he was injured - which happened most of the time, sadly - take some rest, then keep walking, wandering around.
Today wasn't his lucky day apparently. He kept kicking those things in the face while getting a weapon out. "Calm down, there is enough pain for each of you." Hm. Still have that gun in his bag? Well, wasn't a bad idea. He didn't had a chance to try it yet. With a smile, he took it out and shot one of them between the eyes before laughing. "That thing is nice!"
Nice, indeed. But it won't be that useful. There wasn't a lot of bullets left. Maybe he needed help for once..... Naaaah. He can handle it.