#mustprattle

*strokes chin thoughtfully*

"Don't. Even."

                   ⊰☣⊱ It's not every day that the young women was able to snatch herself bullets, it seemed as though they where running lower on such supplies- which would make hunting and defending extremely difficult without the proper equipment. Cocking the gun she turned raising the weapon high- hearing movement was ether good or bad, and it was mostly the latter-

Up on the bridge, left alone. Zoey and Louis had left him behind on his request. Arms were crossed over each other, a fat cigar hung out from his lips. There wasn't a sign of life anywhere. Only those damn vampires that stretched out all across the street. He reckoned it was a good thing that the large gun Louis had used was still there, still plenty full of ammunition and was armed and ready to use at a moment's notice. 

His arm moved, the biker removed the cigar from his lips to breath the toxic fog out through his lips. Leaning back, Francis backed away from the railing and moved across the top half of the bridge and taking up one of the many cans up there. It didn't matter what he grabbed, as long as it was food. Using his knife, he carved open the can and was rewarded with fresh peaches. The knife was stuck back in his belt and back to the railing he moved,