A/N: Four reviews on chapter four (as of the time of this author note). WO-HO! Thank you guys for all your loves. Also, i'm trying to set up Oregon's apocalypse world to be more on the survival horror aspect of things, not all humor style like zombieland itself, despite his… positive(?) view on it. Now, you all get to see Oregon in true action in a new environment.

Lastly, I forgot to do this on the last three chapters, but I do not own RWBY or any other shows, movies, etc that are shown or referenced. Those belong to their respective owners. I only own all OC's and the idea of the zombie world.

Demenos: Just 4 you, man. and all the other people who read this. :D

VEIR

It had been a half hour since I talked with those two animal guys, and let me tell you, It has been weird beyond comparison.

I got so many odd looks from people, It's not even funny. I don't really blame them. Not only had it been a full two years since I was in a non-zombie infested environment, but wherever this place was, It sure as hell was more technologically advanced than America was before shit hit the fan. That is, if anything I had seen so far was something to go by.

At the moment, I was walking down a deserted street and saw some guys in suits walk into a shop called From Dust till Dawn. Reminded me of a movie I saw once about a mexican bar and vampires. Good times.

Just as I walked past the entrance, however, something (or someone) was sent flying out of the display window and landed in the street. I saw it was one of the suited guys from earlier. The rest came out and flocked around their injured ally. Then, at the same time, a guy in a bowler's hat and cane walked in front of them. My guess was that he was probably their leader. Then cause why not, a girl in a red hood jumped from the now totalled window and onto the street.

And unfurled a giant ass scythe.

I want one.

"you were worth every penny," The guy in the bowler hat addressed his lackeys "Truly, you were. Now, if you could ever so kindly kill her?"

That was when I decided to make myself known.

Before anyone could even blink, i pulled out my sawed off and fired one shot in the air, grabbing their attention. Then I pointed it in their general direction.

"Okay, if anyone does any single thing that pisses me off, im giving you a mouthful of buckshot for christmas." I said loud enough for them to hear. I then gestured with my free hand to the scythe wielding girl. "You. Explain. Now."

"Ummm…." THe girl, despite the gang of armed men in front of her, seemed to grow uncomfortable with the new attention. "W-well… I-I was in the shop, looking at a weapon magazine when they came in." At this point she gestured to the gang of men." and they tried to mug me. So… I fought back." She looked at me sheepishly as I turned my attention to the bowler hat guy.

"Is this true?" I asked him with as monotone a voice as I could. He then smirked at me and threw his hands in the air.

"Guilty as charged." He told me sarcastically with a smug grin on his face. Too bad I was going to rip it off his hipster looking face.

"I'll give you a A for honesty" I told him. "But, according to the laws of the wasteland-" I then directed my weapon at their group. "-Robbery results with the offendant having one punishment; Death."

As if he thought it was a joke, he laughed at my words. This guy was starting to piss me off. And like I said, i'm not someone you want to piss off.

"So, you think you can kill all of us?" he gloated with a smart ass tone. Oh, I was going to enjoy getting my hands on that little Fucker.

"No." I told him. I then pointed my gun directly at him. "Just you, ass clown." His smile faltered for a minute, and I took that opportunity to make my move.

One of his goons pulled out what looked kinda like a pistol and aimed it at me. Before he even had a chance to aim it, I blew his fuckin head off. His little but buddies got peices of his face all over their pretty little suits, and I was going to enjoy killing these little bastards.

The red hooded girl took this as a chance to attack another one of the goons, and then it was on like mother freaking donkey kong. One goon came up behind me with a bat and tried to get in a sucker hit with it. So, I bitch smacked him with the now empty double barrel and smashed his face with his own bat, before I took it out of his grasp and swung it like a spear into his throat, probably crushing his windpipe. Another came at me with brass knuckles and tried to get me with a right hook. I dodged so his hit missed my head, and grabbed his outstretched arm before I rammed my free one into his elbow, breaking it, and then into his nose. When he stumbled back, I swung with the bat in my left hand and struck him right in the face, crushing his red shades and spraying blood out of his mouth. He's dead.

I turned to see the red girl had taken down five of the guys, but didn't notice one coming up behind her with a knife in her hand. 'Mother Fucker!' Was the only thing in my mind as I threw the bat at him, getting him right in the back and causing him to stumble. By the time he recovered, I was already in front of him with my Sawed off right in his face, reloaded.

"KABOOM." I grinned at him and stuck my gun into his forehead and pulled the trigger. Needless to say, he popped like confetti.

"Well, Red, Brown," The bowler hat idiot from earlier said as he brought up his cane and pointed it at me and the girl. " It was fun while it lasted, but I really must be leaving." Jesus christ, when I got my hands on him.

Before I had a chance to respond, the end of his cane popped up and showed a cross hair. Realizing what It was, I tackled the girl out of the way right before the explosion hit right where we used to stand. I looked up to see him running towards a nearby latter. I was about to go after him, but remembered the scythe wielding girl I just saved. (Like a boss, I might add.)

"You okay, kid?" I asked her. She was under me at the nodded her head rapidly with a big old blush on her face. Maybe she was sick? ah well, as long as she wasn't bleeding out, It was fine. I stood up and helped her stand. Then, I turned my attention to the one who truly needed it at the moment. A certain hat wearing, cane using prick who was currently climbing a ladder to escape me.

As if a fucking ladder is gonna stop me.

I practically flew over to the offending metal structure and began to climb it. In no time flat, I was on the roof, just in time to see the cane guy standing at the opposite end from me. Then, because reasons, the red girl freaking jumped onto the roof beside me. She jumped from the street. Onto the roof that was easily three stories up.

What the hell are they feeding these kids?

Before I could question this insane feat of parkour, I saw the cane guy turn to see the two of us as a airship rose behind him. He had a smug grin plastered on his face as he stepped onto the ship.

"Well, later kids. It was an absolute pain to have met you." He said as the plane slowly elevated from the side of the building. DId he honestly believe that a stupid plane was going to keep me from him? Bitch please, I am Oregon, the man who singlehandedly took down a den full of zombie bears with nothing but a flashlight. No more picnic baskets for you, Yogi.

I pulled out a grenade from a pouch on my bag and primed it. With a wicked smile still on my face, I pulled my arm back.

"PINEAPPLE SURPRISE!" I yelled as I threw the grenade at the door of the helicopter looking thing. It sailed closer and closer to the ship, and was right about to go in, right onto that stupid crook's face…

...Until a fire ball came out from behind him and struck it, causing it to explode before it hit its intended target. That was a good grenade, too.

Having hardly been phazed from the close call, the cane guy pulled something out from his pocket and threw it in me and Red's direction. I thought he was doing what I had did just a few seconds ago, and was about ready to punch it back (Wouldn't have been the first time I had played hot potato with a grenade to the death), when I took a closer look as it got nearer and saw it wasn't a grenade, but some sort of...crystal? I heard the girl shout "Look out!" behind me, and I realized that whatever this crystal was, it wasn't friendly. But, before I could do anything to evade, I heard a shot ring out from the airship Douchebag Mcgee was on, and threw my arms up to brace myself for a explosion.

But it never came.

I looked up over my arms to see a woman in a business suit and cape with a riding crop (... Kinky.) in her hands, and a large purple ring in front of us, having apparently stopped the blast from injuring me and the other girl. I nodded my appreciation to her, but it went unnoticed as she kept her attention glued to the hovering airship. I strode up next to the new arrival and pulled out my P-90 and took aim. I heard Red cock her sniper-scythe as well, and as if it were a coordinated attack, the three of us unleashed hell on the large airship with our weapons. Despite the volley of bullets and magic looking fireballs cast from the woman, the airship stood in the air like it wasn't shit. Then, a shadowed figure approached from deeper in the ship and made her presence known by casting fireballs from her hands at us. I rolled out of the way as Red leaped and the woman casted another of her rings, deflecting one of the fireballs sent her way. By the time the three of us recovered, the ship had finally decided to speed away.

I was pissed. They really thought they could mess with me? The sole survivor, the demon, all of the countless nicknames I had been given in my time in hell? No one ever pisses me off and lives to tell the tale.

No-One.

I had fired pot shots off at the airship as I got to the edge of the roof, most missing it. Having accepted that they had escaped for the moment, I turned back to the two others muttering obscenities under my breath as I drew near. I saw Red looking at the woman with stars in her eyes.

"Your a Huntress!" She exclaimed in joy. "Can I have your autograph?"

The woman gave a look that practically screamed 'You dumbass.'

Later…

After our little *Ahem* altercation earlier, the woman had brought me and the girl into a police station, or more specifically, a police station interrogation room. The girl, who I learned was named Ruby, sat to my right in a chair, and the woman stood across from us with a frown on her face. I leaned back in my chair with my hands behind my head, all of my gear still on, including my mask. I was given odd looks from both of them when they saw I still had it on, but I just ignored it.

"I will have you know your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, you two. You had put others in great danger.' The woman, who had introduced herself as Glynda, began.

"They started it!" Ruby tried to defend herself. I snorted at the childlike remark, which caused Glynda to give me a glare.

"And you, young man. Not only did you kill some of those thugs, but you also apparently have no aura to speak of, which is a very idiotic decision, mind you." She reprimanded. This caused me to give a short laugh, much to Glynda's displeasure. I decided to have a little fun with this one.

"It got the job done, didn't it?" I asked her innocently. I then threw my arms out dramatically from my sides. "I effectively made sure that they would never hurt another innocent person again."

This caused Glynda's already obvious frown to reach power levels over nine- thousand, but she rubbed the bridge of her nose in an attempt to calm herself.

"Be that as it may,' She started, setting her gaze on Ruby and I, " If it were up to me, You would be sent home with a pat on the back." She looked at Ruby, who visibly brightened at this remark, then wiped the table with her riding crop.

"And a smack on the wrist." She finished while directing her glare at me. If looks could kill… well, I most likely would have exploded violently in a shower of gore long ago. "But, there Is someone here who would like to meet you." She said, and then stepped to the side as a man wearing a dark green suit and spectacles similar to mine walked in with a plate of cookies in his hand. He then set the plate on the table and leaned forward.

"Ruby Rose." He stated, looking at Ruby as he spoke. There was a silent pause, until he spoke again. "You have silver eyes." He then turned his attention to me. "And you… I could find nothing about you. Would you mind telling me your name?" He asked me politely. SInce he asked nicely…

"I, good sir, go by many names." I told him as I leaned forward in my chair. "The Wanderer, The Nomad, The Psycho, The Devil, The Soulless One" I listed off each name by raising a finger on my hand for each name. I then waved it in the air. "But, you can call me Oregon, my good fellow." I finished nonchalantly as both Ruby and Glynda gave me looks of confusion in varying degrees. The man himself, though seemed unfazed.

"Interesting…" He began, then seemed to ponder in thought for a brief moment. He then gestured to the cookies on the table before me. "Please, help yourselves. You must be hungry." I noticed Ruby inching her hand closer and closer timidly to the plate of cookies from the corner of my eye, until she took one and in lightning speed ate it like a FREAKING CHAMP. I, however, continued to sit in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest.

"So, how much poison did you put in the cookies?" I asked the man, my hood and mask not giving away any emotions. I heard Ruby spit out the pieces of cookie and began to wipe her tongue profusely. If it is poisoned, I had an antidote in my pocket for the girl. She seemed so… god, I can't even begin to explain it. It was like a nostalgic reminder of what life used to be. I just felt like I should give it my all to keep this kid safe. AND I had just met her not even an hour ago! Something else was at play here. It normally takes a helluva lot more than that to gain my trust, but Ruby… It would be better to think about it later. No time to let my mind wander at the moment.

"I can guarantee you, Mr. Oregon, that the food is not poisoned." The man reassured Ruby and I, the former finally stopped her adorable little display (Adorable? the hell had that come from?). The man then cleared his throat loudly in hopes to re-gain our attention.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked the two of us. Ruby nodded her head while I shrugged. I was about to make a comment, but Ruby beat me too it.

"Your Professor Ozpin, headmaster at Beacon academy" She said with awe eminent in his voice. I just gave her a sideways glance. What was so cool about this guy? I had survived conditions the human mind couldn't even begin to comprehend without breaking into fits of insane rage. Then again, I wasn't exactly 'all up there' either. He then turned his gaze to me, and I merely shrugged my response.

" I burned down the last school I was at. The student body was rather dead on their feet, and the food there was less than sanitary, If you catch my drift." I told him with no emotion in my voice. I heard Ruby gasp and saw Glynda visibly darken, but the man now identified as Ozpin's change was what really grabbed my attention.

He merely raised an eyebrow.

" I find that hard to believe, Mr. Oregon." He told me. In response, I leaned forward and rolled up my sleeve, then stuck my arm out for all to see.

To see the large burn mark covering the lower half of my forearm.

"Does this look like i'm freaking kidding, Ozpin? I could stab myself, so you know that the nerves are dead." I told him with annoyance evident in my voice as I reached for a knife strapped to my side. Ozpin, however, raised his hand to stop me.

"That… will not be necessary" He told me. Ruby visibly relaxed when he said this. I, however, stood up and prepared to leave.

"If you could hurry up and get to the point, Ozpin, it would be much appreciated. I have other things to attend to. You know, running around, blowing shit up, all that fun stuff." I told him. Glynda reached for her riding crop that lay on the table, but Ozpin stopped her before she could reach it.

"Let me ask you two something." He addressed Ruby and I. "How would you two like to attend my school?"

"More than anything, Sir" I heard Ruby say behind me. I, however, turned to the man and made a show of slowly pulling off my mask to expose my mouth before I answered. I grinned at him.

"You can't be serious." I answered him. "Like I really need to brush up on how we bombed the shit outta Nagasaki or at what angle of descent my axe is swung when I swing it." I shook my head in disbelief and began to walk out the door.

"That's too bad." Ozpin said, his back turned to me. "I thought you would have rather liked our combat courses."

I stopped halfway through the doorway. Combat classes?

Consider me interested.

"Combat classes, eh?" I asked him. The whole part about learning shit that I wouldn't use didn't really interest me, due to having been a A+ student almost all of my life. But combat classes? That could prove… useful, to say the least. Maybe I could integrate it into my zombie extermination methods. I then turned back around and flashed my trademark maniacal grin. "That doesn't sound too bad, teach." I then walked up to Ozpin and stuck out my hand, which he took.

"Very well then" He said, while both Ruby and Glynda looked flabbergasted at probably the whole conversation between Ozpin and I.

"Welcome to Beacon, Oregon."