Columbus hadn't known how to take the entirely knew surroundings that he was thrusted within. It almost seemed like Zombieland, but it wasn't by a long shot. He wasn't sure which place was better, despite the fact that both areas were overrun by zombies. It wasn't much of a difference and no matter how different they were as a whole, his trusty rules always came in handy. Each number to the list had saved him one time or another from whatever situation that he might find himself within. He just didn't know how to take being placed in a resort. Well, if one would actually call it a resort really. Heck, he wasn't sure what to truly call it to be honest.
At least Zombieland made sense. This place really didn't at all. It seemed a lot of others were kidnapped and placed there as well. Columbus wasn't sure how to take the lot of them, but it seemed as they all wanted to do the samething that he wanted to know. Why were they there and how the heck can they escape. It was almost like he was within a nightmare with continious running to get away from whatever it was that was trying to snatch you up and take a bit out of one's behind. Close, but no cigar.
Poor bastard. Well, whoever got their behind's bitten. Columbus was sure that would really sting. Or hurt. Same difference to him. He just wanted to survive along with his three companions. Two others for the time being.
Wichita. Just when the thought of being able to get closer to her, it didn't happen. Story of his life to be hoenst. Columbus was used to close calls or being pushed away, possibly ditched at a moments notice. It was the samething over and over again. Why he thought that the only attractive woman in a hundred mile radius back in Zombieland would follow him or anything else that included him would want anything to do with him...he wasn't all too sure. All he knew was that Little Rock eventually needed her sister, so he did hope that Wichita would make an appearence soon for the young one's sake.
With his trusty two barrel shot gun within his possession, Columbus wasn't shy when it came to a gun. He knew how to use it and he knew what would occur if he didn't do just that. There had been a couple of zombie's along the way that had learned the hard way, which he made sure to double tap each one of them. Heading towards the grocery store, which Columbus only knew because of the sign that pointed him into that direction, a round of quick gun shots was heard echoing repeatedly nearby. Hesistating just slightly, he shuffled his feet a little and remembered one of his rules. Don't be a hero.
Not that anyone really needed a hero there persay. But it was rushing towards gun shots that reminded him of rule number seventeen. However, Columbus took in a deep breath and leaped over the dead zombie body that layed sprawled out just a few feet away from him, before coming in close range to a woman with a gun for a leg. She techicnally didn't introduce herself to him, but Columbus realized it was the woman that he was writing to earlier. Yes, he did find a gun for a leg amazing, while knowing that the woman would truly like her real leg back.
Columbus' gaze remained at the woman for a short while, before hearing the familar groan of a zombie. Turning his head slightly, he noticed one of them upon the pavement using his arms for leverage, pulling himself towards the living humans in the area. He aimed slightly before firing one of his shells right at the zombie's head. Not being one to have amazing aim, he couldn't help but have a proud smile on his face.