((Sorry for the long lapse in posting. Mental health is a pain in the ass.))
Tyler set his rifle down, sitting down next to it with a huff. "I forgot.." He said, taking a drag off his cigarette. Watching the scene unfold before him, he was numb to it. His eyes were glazed over and he was detached from the noises.
Blaine forced the survivors to line up, kneeling. He kicked one who took his time, pushing the canine into the wounded feline.
Tossing his shotgun aside, Blaine tightened the glove on his right hand before taking grip of his baseball bat. He paced for a moment, then spinning slowly on his heel with a sadistic smirk plastered across his face.
"Hi, I'm Blaine...and you tried to kill us," He said, almost laughingly as he gestured to the group, "Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is but we'll get to speed here shortly." He finished, his voice turning cold and vicious.