Thinking about it now, it does somewhat amuse me that we saved random redneck freaks who shot us in the face with shotguns and ponces called Sven and Jasper who were both completely useless, and some Paris Hilton wannabe who made us carry her around in our underwear, but when we saw someone who looks like and is named after one of our friends, we spat all over her then killed her. Well, at least we didn't let her get eaten by zombies.