Mama would die of shock if she heard what these fuckers said about her. Thankfully, she's not good at internetting.
A new friend request catches my eye; a player from the last match, TrickShot999. Silent during the game, but his K/D was good. It could be argued that we'd carried the rest of them, though we lost anyway.
I click accept on Trickshot999's friend request, wondering if this is going to be another try-hard or someone looking for an e-girl to simp over. A party invite comes through a second later.
A simple message pops up.
Trickshot999: zombies okay?
I can't help the small smile that curls my lips. Zombie mode is my go-to when I'm in a shit mood. Something about mowing down the undead and watching their bodies explode is cathartic. My frustration ebbs, replaced by a flicker of anticipation.
I glance at my chat, lips twitching as the comments flood in.
PixelNinjaUwU: why u accept him but not me? :(
huggabuggakills4u: u never accept my friend requests wtf
SniperSnipesSnipers: simps gonna simp
"Don't get too upset, guys," I say, laughing. "I'm a picky bitch."
More comments roll in, but I ignore them, settling in for a long stretch of gaming. Cracking my knuckles, I accept Trickshot's invite.
"Hey," I say, slipping my headset on. "Ready to shoot up some zombies?"
"Always," comes the response, and I startle slightly at the deep, smooth voice. Definitely not a squeaker. "You any good?"
I snort. "Guess you'll have to wait and see. Fair warning, I'm streaming."
"That's fine."
He doesn't say a word about me being a girl; this is a good sign.
We load into the map and I buy my starting weapons, fingers finding the familiar keys with practiced ease. The countdown begins and I bounce on my toes, eager for the bloodbath to start.
"I got your six," Trickshot says as the first wave of zombies stumbles into view. It's still easy mode, but it's going to get harder.
Honestly, hearing a guy on the internet say something like that is usually cringe. In his voice? It's not.
"Roger that." I line up my shot and pull the trigger, watching with satisfaction as a zombie's head explodes. The pixels of gore make my tummy flutter. Yep, the answer for angry women is always to go shoot some zombies. "Let's do this."
Liam
There's no stress relief like blowing up zombies, which is exactly what I'm doing, after having picked up a new friend during a random pickup game.
"Get wrecked, you undead piece of shit!"
I smirk as her voice crackles over my headset, unleashing a torrent of curses that would make a sailor blush. This girl's got fire. AmYDeadYet is a gem among the trash who play this game.
I drop two zombies shambling up behind her with clean headshots. She whirls, combat knife flashing, and decapitates a third.
"Thanks for the assist."
"Anytime."
Bullets rip through rotting flesh as we carve a path through the horde. Her manic laughter fills my ears, a perfect counterpoint to the gruesome noises of zombie groans and blood splattering when daggers or bullets find their mark.
Back to back, we paint the world with putrid gore. She's a whirlwind of destruction, and I'm just trying to keep her crazy ass alive. She's balls in, every time. Strategy? She has it. But it doesn't mean she cares to use it.