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She had tears in her eyes. She'd seen far too many people gone beyond the edge and it saddened her beyond belief to see it in Kael.

"No bang if you promise me...."And then the fat tears rolled down her face, turning her eyes from green to bright crystal green.

"...promise me you won't die first." It wasn't like there was anyway it was possible to really promise something like that. But at least she could be mad at him if he did die.

The gun held steady. It would still be a bullseye shot for her.

"That's not good enough, Kael." The tears wouldn't stop. She wasn't even sure what she was asking for, but she'd know when it was said or done.

"I won't let some nameless monster kill someone I..." she broke up there, not sure where she was going for there. Time to analyze that later. She pulled the trigger back half cocked, but she let him turned around.

She dropped the gun downwards, though it didn't leave her hand and took a step forward, and grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to her level. "Damn straight you will." And then she did something she'd been wanting to do since she met him but wouldn't admit it.

She kissed him. It wasn't a soft kiss like she imagined it'd be. But a hard kiss, one that made sure he'd remember it.

"Fine Rayner Veli, I'm holding you to that promise. Now go before I change my mind."

And if he didn't respond immediately and move his a** out the door, she'd lift the gun back up and lift it towards him.

SWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRDDDDD!!!

SWWWOOOOOOOORRRRRDDDDD!!!

The sound of the mighty Frankentruck was a sound feared by all animals of the Sahara. On average, an adult male can consume to thirty percent of it's body weight in a single sitting. It should be noted that a Frankentruck's diet consists of mostly babies and small animals. In Swahili they are known as 'V12zilla', and to the Japanese they are so feared that none dare speak it's name. Harry Potter was originally based around a young mechanic and a Frankentruck that refused to die. Monsters and madmen built the fleets of these creatures as they roamed through all deserts, plains, and tundra. Truly they are the Devil's children.

Spooky was still singing the damn Metallica song as best as he could, shouting it into Cloud_666's face.

"STONE COLD CRAZY!"

Inadvertently, he drifted off the main road and started plowing through various interruptions on the sidewalk. Mail, newspaper, water, electricity, all of was spraying the vehicle before the soldier finally refined his driving and put them back onto the main road with a VENGEANCE. Before realizing that he totally missed the last turn he intended to take and totally tried to make a turn that something this large had no business doing. Crashing into the corner of the building at the block, spaying the grill of the sworded truck with even more debris. Bad, bad things. He was looking for a way to get back into the damn sewers, as the ******** zombies had disappeared and no MAGIC was going to make a million damn zombies disappear. Obviously, they were Molemen.

Zombie Molemen.

Robotic Zombie Molemen.

The snow crunched under his feet with each long-legged step, not so much walking as storming. Pacing. Not some kind of casual or lazy movement like usual. There was something about it more ominous, more... regal.

If he'd had a cloak to flicker and snap behind him, and some corridor lined with statues or rigidly staring people, it would have suited his procession well.

The swordsman left a hand on his weapon, but curiously the area was even more free of zombies than it had been earlier. As he moved back the way he'd come, deeper into the industrial district through back alleys and small buildings. There was clearly enough a long trail of steps left in the snow, and a small trail of blood drops that started up, not right away, but later. He'd left such trails earlier, at times when he'd gotten injured, but this had come up mid trip. Maybe the kiss had been rough, but that wasn't it- Kael had bitten into his bottom lip, either too deep in thought to notice or else purposefully to force concentration.

It always goes like this. It's like one big ******** video game. There's a big glowing stairway to heaven in the sky, and at the top is the final boss. Whole place- whole world- is screwy.

It was something he had to do. And he would do it, and stay alive like he'd said. The problem was he had no clue what he was going into, and as ever, Kael relied on thinking to get through things as much as a bit of skill and luck- he couldn't just power through it all like most of the other people. He didn't have a big enough gun. Nor did he have DoomFire3. He just worked on guts and glory, and got plenty ******** up in the process of either. Kael seemed to constantly get into deeper and deeper s**t, and the last time he'd had full armor to help him, but now...

Something bounced with a chinking sound off of the metal toe on his boot.

Kael stared down.

He blinked.

And grinned.

"...found me the ********' save point."

Kael cast his eyes around the radius of destruction and leftovers from some sort of clash of epic. What it was, he didn't really have a clue, much less how it happened. But...

He bent over, and picked up the breastplate first.

+++Dzan would crawl through and between everyone with the chainsword in his weak left hand. Though, it wouldn't matter as he latched it onto his back before crawling even more and onto the hood. He'd grab the wire from the magnetic hook and hold on tight as he became the new hood ornament of the truck. It was like riding a bucking bronco. This time though, it had more death.

So Ebris, Ryke and the Alcohol Vending Machine somehow wound up all on the roof of the big rig.

Ebris didn't know how Spooky rathin' convinced him to get up there, but grod, there he was.

A quick fist through the vending machine was enough to get the thing to cough up some good ol' JD - lightweight for Ebris, but enough to satisfy him for the moment. Chugging the Whiskey, Ebris whooped into the air, completely unaffected by the SEX WAVES emanating from the trailer - this was due to him being an Untouchable. However, the bounty b***h next to him would probably be affected in full. Things could get raaaaaaaathin' weird if that happened.

Up ahead, Ebris spotted that they were heading towards the widened-hole of the sewers. And here Ebris thought he was an insane driver.

"Ryke! Better duck yer head, b***h - seems we're goin' under!"

Ebris hemmed and hawed and lowered his frame, as well as turning the vending machine onto its side - couldn't lose their precious booze.

Sam picked up her walkie talkie again and spoke into it, her voice still filled with tears as she spoke.

"Joey...Please get out. I don't think there is any hope anymore. I'm...going to try and find anyone I can..."