America,
county of freedom,
country of free rights
country of elections.
But most importantly, Only Country that has perfected zombie killing.
At least that's what Damon thought as he was on the roof of the motor home, fighting a Hunter style zombie.
"Ya wanna dance.. huh?" he taunted, flipping his combat knife around, but stupidly lost it.
"Oh well, time for something traditional."
Taking a baseball bat, he wound up for the swing
and the hunter lept
right into the bat, and the Hunter flew near where Entaru was.
"HOME RUN!"