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Nicole held the thing she'd found closer to herself, determined not to drop it. "It's nothing." She replied quickly to Daniel before Russ led him off to go supply hunting. Then she tucked her new possession into her jacket pocket, smiling as she did so. Finding nothing else really to do, she browsed the pawn shop some more, grabbing a canvas carry bag to drop things into. Satisfied, she left the pawn shop, going back to the train through the empty streets. Even though I probably shouldn't think this, where are all the zombies?

"Something more powerful than you? Hell, it must be a walking timed gas bomb or something then. Nothing else'll be more powerful than you other than that." Stryker replied in his usual a*****e way, sliding into the driver's seat. Something clicked distantly in his mind when he sat behind the wheel, most likely a memory from when he was human. Some letters were printed on the dashboard, and he squinted at them until he figured out what they said. "Huh, a Maclaren F1 GT...Somebody's gonna miss this thing, that's for sure." He fumbled again with the keys, put them in the ignition and started it up, pulling out of the garage a little quicker than he intended, but soon they were cruising on one of the open roads.

Troy was resting his leg when he heard Tyler say that there is a survivor riding in a hot air balloon, he would have got up to see but if he did not rest his leg then he would not see much action for weeks.

"Quite the opposite actually. He was a geinus before the Final Plauge and being turned into a telepath zombie only made him smarter. I was the 'Meathead'. As for why we're both telepath zombies. I would say because of the fact that we share the same genes." Gravemind watched as they passed several wandering zombies.

Russ and Daniel had made it to the building and kicked the door to the building open. Russ drew his sword and began to climb the flight of stairs. They had been followed by several zombies. "Go! Go!" Russ ran and shot down as they went.

((Here I am. Everyone comes back for the hour I decided to get a nap. Go figure. Well, bonjour, tout le monde.))

Awoken by a sudden nearby series of gunshots, he sat up looking around tiredly. Another set of super close shots helped him come to his senses all to quickly. "Either the zombies has started using guns, or I've been found." Nearby voices screaming to one another disproved the first option. Quietly grabbing his boot knife, he ducked inside the basket, preparing to cut his only ties to Earth incase they were looters rather than rescuers.

Ellie sat next to the sleeping vampire, munching on the box of Cheez-Its Nicole was eating when she first meat her. Even though she was a vampire, she could eat regular human food if need be. She got a little nutrients from it, but blood was pretty much what sustained her. When Tyler asked her this question, she absentmindedly stroked the other vampire girls hair. "Bellatrix Sterling, a friend of my mother. The tattoo on the dead vampire's chest, of the heartagram, was a symbol of their coven, the Circus of the Damned. She and her lover, Bryce Sterling, are the leaders." Gently turning Bellatrix over, she pointed to the heartagram symbol on her left shoulder and a figure eight-like hourglass on her right.

Ellie chuckled slightly at him when she saw him eye the tattoo. "Don't worry. I'd know Bryce anywhere and the beheaded vampire wasn't him. Most likely one of the more weak-minded ones in their coven. But, anyway, they've been vampires for a long while. Most likely as long as Abigail, my mother. And if she was in town, then, yes, others will probably still be here."

Slowly, Bellatrix stirred a bit at the sound of voices. Opening her eyes, she found herself facing towards the steel of the train. 'Wh-where am I...?' she thought to herself as she slowly sat up. That was when she saw the back of Ellie's head as she was speaking to Tyler. With wide eyes, she soon gained a happy smile and tackled the girl to the ground, shouting, "Abby!!!"

Tyler's ears twitched at the digital sounds drifting from across the car. "Nicole, is that what I think it is?" he called, laughing amidst puffs of smoke. "Well, I hope the other vampires won't think too harshly of us, since we're human and Daniel killed of their own." He took a few more swallows of water, as he had always been instructed to do at the blood drives. He didn't want to be stuck with too much down time. He stood up, shakily, and walked towards the next car. "Want to see what I've been doing for the past few hours?" he asked.

Standing, he looked down at the 'rescuer'. "WELL THEN. Let's get going then!" Taking the knife into his teeth, he climbed over the edge of the basket. Right about the time his whole body weight was on the side, he remembered how unstable the rig was. The basket began tipping over to the point of no return and dumped Ryan about 15 feet down to the roof on his back.
Standing and bushing himself off, Ryan picked up and replaced the knife in his boot, and pulled out a toy car remote controller. "Okay, as soon as I press this button, we have about 10 seconds to get out before that lovely balloon make the biggest fireworks show you have ever seen."