A Tale of Two Men, Two Women, and a Bunch of Gunfire

By: Haku Shibo and Zombiekilla

Chapter 1

Dean woke up in a room confused, but had enough common sense to get up and search for some clothes. He found a white t-shirt and some jeans that were the right size to fit him. He heard someone coming into the room from behind him. Dean just waited for the person to say something or come at him.

"You've finally got up, my name is Kyle. Will you give me the courtesy of telling me your name as well?" The man said to Dean.

Dean didn't say anything, but he did turn around to see the man that took him in for some reason. Kyle was 6'3" and full of muscle. His hair was blonde and his skin was lightly tanned from the sun.

"You a doctor?" Dean asked Kyle with caution.

"No but when I found you, you were knocked out by the creek. I was worried because you were still breathing," Kyle explained.

"Why were you down there?" Dean asked still with caution. The guy's story matched up since he was in a fight with some old friends of his, near the creek, about some caps, but after the hit that knocked him out, he didn't know what had happened.

"Every evening we do a perimeter watch to make sure there aren't any vermin trying to enter the town area," Kyle explained further. "Our area doesn't take well to much. We have everything from rad roaches to death claws. You don't want any of those to get a hold of your leg. You'd end up with the worst radiation poisoning."

"Very well. Well mind if I use the restroom," Dean asked Kyle easing up a little bit.

Kyle waved his hand and said "Go ahead, it's down the hall and to the right. Make yourself at home."

Dean nodded and walked down to the bathroom. In case of a problem he locked the door behind him. The bathroom was clean-ish. He wasn't even going to use the toilet or take a shower. Dean just cleaned off his face and looked up into the mirror. His hair was down to his shoulders now but still black as night. Cause of the length he figured he'd been out a week or two. When he was done he stepped out the hallway and walked into the living area.

"So tell me bout the area around me," Dean said taking a seat on the couch.

"The towns named Springtown because of the water spring in the area. It's a decent town but I've seen better. The townsmen are scarred because ever since you came here we have been attacked by the Leatherbacks gang. Maybe you could shed some light on the reason they've been harassing us?"

"Yeah, you found the guy that stole from them," Dean said getting up and stretching. "If you got a gun I'll take care of em for ya."

"Now why would you go do a foolish thing like that?" Kyle asked while handing him a double barrel and plenty of ammunition to take out several mobs of people.

"Cause you saved me so I owe you," Dean said grabbing the gun and ammo. Dean walked outside and saw the Leatherbacks walking into town. Dean shot once in the air and shouted, "You got ten seconds to turn around and leave!"

"Well, well, well. Look who finally woke up. So are you going to give our stuff back, or do we have to take it back?" The gang member asked while reaching in his back waist band for his 9mm' Glock. His outfit was jeans, shirt, boots and a cowboy hat.

"Put simply," Dean said walking behind a set of rocks big enough for him to hide behind so he could reload. "Not going to happen, bub."

Dean shot the nearest gang member knocking off his feet and putting him to ground; killing him on impact. He then got down as they fired back. Once he reloaded he took another one out and then another one repeating the process till all that was left was the lead gang member that had talked to him.

"I believe we are done here," Dead said reloading the weapon so that both barrels were loaded. "Now leave this town alone."

"O-O-O-OKAY!" He exclaimed. He scampered out of the town.

Dean picked up a rifle from one of the dead gang members and checked the ammo. One bullet. Dean aimed at the gangsters head and shot; he hit dead on.

The crowd cheered and clapped; cheerful that they would be left alone.

"Now can someone please help me," Dean said falling down from a fresh gunshot wound on his upper shoulder. "I'm feeling… a bit weak."