"Ah! What the fu- blub blub blub?!?!" Jonas was lifted in the air, trapped in some jelly like substance. He was then separated from the walkers, plopping on the ground in a severed gelatinous cube. He turned his gaze towards the suspect and then immediately raised an eyebrow. Her attire was... definitely strange. Amidst this old fantasy-like tavern, she stood out like a... Wait, tavern? He was in a mall ten seconds ago, left behind by his group!

He began thrashing and roaring as the jelly turned a misty red from the seeping wound on his forearm, screaming curses. The pain was unbearable, rage flooded his vision and he was slowly losing consciousness. And swiftly losing large amounts of blood. He slowly reached out for his gun's barrel, flipping it so the barrel pointed towards the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Over and over again.