"You control the flamethrower, I'll drive!"
Pink Pear shouted,
"Switch places, I'm a professional driver! I've been eager to try this thing. Look at your belly, Loyal Brother, you can't even step on the brake being stuck there."
"Shut up!"
Looking flushed, Loyal Brother snapped back, struggling to "pull" himself out from the cockpit to swap places with Pink Pear.
This professional driver is truly different; once she took control, she sped forward at top speed. Despite having one mechanical leg damaged, the walker maintained good stability with the operation of its five legs.
Under Pink Pear's precise control, this thing charged into the battlefield like a "true road killer," crushing over a dozen infected bodies underfoot, until finally being surrounded where Loyal Brother activated the flamethrower.
The front and rear flamethrowers sprayed simultaneously, letting intense flames ignite and burn those filthy infected creatures.
