Dice
Limited air space manager
While the survivors inside the the city we're complaining about the noise Dice was causing he was handling the chaos it would of caused. Currently Dice would be cocking his shotgun after a successful kill. "Fuck you brain eater." He'd mutter as the zombie slipped off the dock and into the water, around the boat would now be mutiple floating corpses becoming a sign for others to keep away.
Dice would move back to the mic and pick it up screaming into "I COUNT...TEN DEAD BRAIN FUCKERS! COME ON I GOT TONS OF LEAD FOR YOU ZOMBIES!" He'd pause and then pick it up "Uh....I'm sorry I know you guys can think...SO WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE IDOITS!" He'd drop the mic and load two shells into his shotgun sitting back down.
Dice would move back to the mic and pick it up screaming into "I COUNT...TEN DEAD BRAIN FUCKERS! COME ON I GOT TONS OF LEAD FOR YOU ZOMBIES!" He'd pause and then pick it up "Uh....I'm sorry I know you guys can think...SO WHY ARE YOU ACTING LIKE IDOITS!" He'd drop the mic and load two shells into his shotgun sitting back down.