Death Chick 666 - chapter 4 - Big Bad Beezlebub Blaster

“So, what do we do now? Just wait?” “Yeah.” Trevor held up his phone, “I don’t get any service up here.” “People don’t go camping to spend all their time looking at their phones.” “Which is why I don’t camp. Actually, shouldn’t we have like a tent or something? A sleeping bag?” “I don’t think we’re going to have to wait long after the sun goes down after what we did to the old man back at the store.” “We?” “Okay, me.” “Speaking of which, what am I supposed to do when these wolfmen show up? I don’t have any weapons.” DC, who was wearing her full armor with the rail gun on her hip and the machine gun on her back pointed at the picnic table, “Hide under there and let me take care of it.” “Could you give me a weapon? You can get stuff from the game so how about one of those fully automatic double-barrelled shotguns, what do they call it?” “Beezlebub blaster. Actually the Big Bad Beelzebub Blaster.” “Yeah, the quad B. Can I have one of those? It’s my favorite in the game. I kick serious a