"Don't hate it, but don't like it either?" he asked, setting the shell down into the half empty box. There weren't many left. He was still up in the air about going back out, but if he did he'd have to get more ammo. The shot gun was his weapon of choice for zombies. Fuck accuracy. Just point in the general direction and done.

"You don't have the same variety of challenges at home? You have swords and mages. Aren't they long and short range, too?" Blaine was long range, preferably. Given the chance, you wouldn't know what hit you. He'd be 100 yards or more off when you went down and gone long before the first siren.