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The hot sun hung in the air, even though it was supposed to be winter it seemed that Southern California didn't get the memo. Wiping the sweat from his forehead Donald Reyes was perched upon the balcony of a local Starbucks. In the distance the Matterhorn towered over everything and he figured that if these creatures, these zombies, couldn't climb stops or ladders the top area would be a good place to a guy. As a child he remembered riding pass the creatures of 'Hippity do da' land or what not. Yes turning the music off would be great along with hauling supplies up there he could survive at the same time. Thinking he could get there safely since he escaped so easily from the protective guard earlier. The undead had swarmed the prison bus he was riding in and killed the two guards. Of course the keys to his chains were on one of the freshly dead guards so he fished his dad's Saint Christopher's medal from his pocket and prayed. Not thinking God would save a killer like him he was surprised when a car slammed into the back of the bus. It struck in a way that when it was all said and done the back door fell off, another miracle was that the end of the chains that held him in his seat was broken. Pulling it out he went to the front where two undead men had been and bashed their heads into the metal of the bus before fishing out the keys and leaving his handcuffs behind.

The last eight years he had gone by the nickname DLK or Dead Language Killer as he often left an as of yet unknown language carved into the bodies of his victims. They were lines and passages taken directly from the Voynich Manuscript. It was an amazing book using a language so dead no one could break the code, back at his home hidden in the walls was an first edition of the book. One day he would go back to get it but first he needed to make a home, besides his house was behind Disneyland so making home base first seemed like the best idea. Looking down at the horde of undead meandering below they probably forgot all about him but of course it was Starbucks so even in death these morons came here. The best part about his recent capture was that it wasn't in the papers yet and never would be. Moving along the ledge he dropped down quietly before heading, low, through the streets.

The man who Jae had bitten finally snapped out of his daze before starting after her. Donald watched this from where he was, people all around came back from the dead yet this man was still trying to kill a living person. Of course that was the pot calling the kettle black but that wasn't him anymore. The whole point of his killings, twelve before he was caught, was to have an audience, to confuse the detectives on his case and maybe to break the code of the manuscript. Chasing after the pair running he unsheathed his machete jumping and running along the table tops they were passing. Snarling like the undead he got the man to pause and turn to face him. Expecting a zombie he was startled to see a man launching himself at him. Donald's knee connected to his chest driving him back into the ground. Once they were both on the ground Donald sunk the machete two inches into his skull. Tearing it out he flicked the blood off and began to search his pockets. The hick didn't have much but Donald scored some aspirin.

Looking up at the girl he saved he narrowed his eyes, after seven females he needed to switch it up and killed a few men but woman were easier to handle. However he made a promise to himself not to kill her and that was actually quite easy to do. Unsure of what she wanted to do he carefully stepped forward but a crash nearby caught his ears. Quickly he shoved something inside of her hands before darting off down and alley, over a dumpster and disappearing around a corner. The item in her hands was a ticket stub, for Disneyland, and a fast pass for the Matterhorn.