Hello. The new character will be played by Julian McMahon who if you dont know who he is plays Dr. Doom in Fantastic Four. Disclaimer: I dont own zombieland.


"Hey we got someone following us." Tallahassee said looking in the rearview mirror about a half hour later. Miami turned around in the back, looking out the window. An orange Audi R8 was about a mile away from them, shining in the setting sun.

"Pull over." Miami said. Tallahassee looked over at her.

"Who is it and what the hell do they want?" Tallahassee asked suspiciously.

"I don't know but he saved me from being a snack and he wouldn't be following us if he didn't need something. The least we can do is find out what he wants. Pull over."

Tallahassee was against it but pulled over. A few minutes later the car pulled up. A man about Tallahassee's age with short dark brown hair got out in a trench coat. He was about 6 ft.

"Hi." Miami said stepping out of the Cadillac.

"Hello." He replied with a hint of pain. Miami noticed he was holding his shoulder.

"You hurt?" She asked still keeping her distance.

"You could say that." He took a step towards her. Miami stood her ground. "I noticed you were fixed up so I figured you guys had the closest medical supply. Am I wrong?" He said with a small smile.

She studied him for a second. "No you're right."

He could tell she was suspicious of him and he held up his hands. "Im not armed, just bleeding."

Miami saw his hands, the one that was holding his shoulder covered in blood. "You're not bit?"

He shook his head. Miami turned around and surveyed the area. It was empty highway, but she saw a house in the distance. "Can you drive a little further?" He nodded and got back in his car. Miami got in the Cadillac.

"What did he want?" Tallahassee asked.

"He's hurt. Drive up to that house."

Tallahassee grumbled but put the Caddy in drive. They drove up a half mile and turned into the small driveway to a little blue shack.

"Wichita Im going to need your assistance." Miami said. Wichita nodded and got out, grabbing the medical bag. Miami got out and walked up to the door, turning the handle. It was locked.

"Tallahassee could you?" Miami asked. Tallahassee nodded, stepping out of the car. He cocked his gun and rested it on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at the man getting out of the Audi. The man looked up at him.

"Hi there." The man said friendly. Tallahassee nodded and walked up beside Miami.

"You sure we can trust him?" He said quietly.

"You trusted me enough to let me get in your car." Miami said, motioning to the door. He stepped back.

"Yeah but you didn't come up looking like some, super villain. You tried to walk away, this guy came looking for us. There's a difference." He kicked down the door, sending it flying into the darkness of the shack.

"Oh stop being so paranoid. We're just going to help him." She walked in. The place was destroyed and she only saw two rooms off to the side. She walked into the bedroom and easily disposed of the lone zombie. Tallahassee checked the other room which was a bathroom.

"Clear!" Miami called and the others walked in. The man seemed a little whiter than before and leaned against the doorway, closing his eyes. Wichita and Little Rock saw a tipped over table and set it upright.

"Okay sit down on this for me." Wichita instructed. The man sat down on the table and took off his coat and shirt, revealing a hole in his shoulder.

"What hit you?" Wichita asked, taking a bottle of water and wetting a rag.

"Piece of wood. Bomb had more bang than I expected." He winced as she started to wipe away the blood. "Might be a few splinters in there."

"What gave you the bright idea to pull it out?" Wichita asked sarcastically.

"Thought it hurt less." He said taking in a breath. "It didn't."

"Hang on I see something." She pulled out a thin, bloody piece of wood about as long as a finger.

"Ow." The man said gritting his teeth.

"Sorry." Wichita said half-heartedly. "You're lucky it didn't pierce your heart. It was close though, it's really deep."

"How do you know it didn't?" Columbus asked from across the room.

"By the amount of blood. It's a lot but not as much as if it pierced his heart and by his breathing being normal I know it didn't pierce his lungs either. Plus if it did, he'd be dead by now. He's already lost a lot of blood."

Everyone looked at her, a bit surprised at her knowledge.

"I watched a lot of House and ER okay?" She said innocently. "Can you heat the needle and thread it Little Rock. Tallahassee, go get another whiskey bottle."

Tallahassee walked outside and Little Rock worked on treading the needle. The man looked at Miami who was leaning against the wall.

"So what happened to you?" He asked. She looked at him then her injuries.

"House fire." She said simply. "Flying pieces of glass, not very friendly." She smirked.

"Who started the fire?" He asked. Tallahassee walked back in and handed Wichita the whiskey bottle.

"This is gonna sting." Wichita said and splashed some on the wound. The man breathed in and gritted his teeth again.

"I think lightning did it, but it could have been wiring." Miami said. Wichita started stitching up his cut.

"So…what're your names? I know you're Little Rock and you're Tallahassee." He said pointing to them. "You guys go by your cities."

Miami raised her eyebrows. "Catch on fast don't cha Sparky?" She said. He gave a small laugh, which caused his to wince. She shook her head. "That's Columbus. The one stitching you up is Wichita, and I'm Miami." She said motioning towards them. Columbus raised his hand in a silent hello. "Thanks by the way for getting that zombie off me. A second later I would have been screwed."

The man nodded. Wichita finished stitching him up and taped a piece of clothe over the wound.

"So what do we call you?" Little Rock asked. The man looked at her then at the rest of them. He shrugged.

"Salem." He said.

"Like the cat on Sabrina?" Little Rock asked. He gave a small laugh.

"No. Like Salem Massachusetts." He said looking at her.

"Oh." She said and walked away. Salem looked at everyone else.

"So where you guys headed?" He asked putting on his jacket, leaving his bloody shirt on the ground.

"Florida." Columbus said walking up now that the blood was gone. "It's warmer. You?"

Salem shrugged. "Nowhere in particular, just traveling." He started to get up. "Well thank you for stitching me u-" He lost his balance and caught himself on the table. He raised his eyebrows. "That was odd."

"You've lost a lot of blood. Don't exert yourself." Wichita said making him sit back down.

"Standing up is exerting?" He asked.

"Everything is exerting at this point." Wichita said.

"Can I still drive? Doctor?" Salem asked looking at her.

"I wouldn't recommend it. And I'm not a doctor, I just know my shit." She smirked.

"He can come with us." Little Rock said from the corner. Everyone looked at her. "Do you want to?" She asked Salem.

"Well I don't want to barge in on your group." Salem said.

"But we don't have any room in the Caddy." Tallahassee added quickly. Miami looked at Tallahassee scoldingly. Tallahassee shrugged back and Miami looked back at Salem.

"I'll drive him in his car." Miami shrugged. Tallahassee whipped his head at her in surprise shaking his head 'no' slightly. Miami looked back and nodded 'yes'. Tallahassee continued to shake 'no' when Miami stuck her tongue out at him. Then looked back up at Salem, who along with Columbus, Wichita, and Little Rock, were looking at them in confusion.

"I'll drive you. It's the least I can do." Miami said walking towards him. She heard Tallahassee sigh behind her and she gave a little smile. "Do you think you can make it to your car?"

"I can try." He got up and stood for a moment, using the table for support. He started to walk towards the door slowly. "It's amazing how difficult things are when there's no adrenaline involved." He gave a small laugh, wincing. The others followed him. He plopped down in the passenger seat of his car.

"We'll follow you okay." Miami said to Tallahassee. He grumbled an okay and got in the Caddy. Miami got in the Audi and adjusted her seat. She looked in the back and nodded, buckling her seatbelt.

"How old are you anyway?" Salem asked buckling his seatbelt also. Miami started the car.

"16 now." She said revving the engine. She smiled at the response the car gave.

"Did you ever get your license?" Salem asked nervously as the Caddy drove off ahead of them. Miami smiled and looked at him, putting the car in drive.

"Pft. No." She said as she sped off laughing.


To Miami's joy, Salem had cases full of CDs. 'Diary of Jane' by Breaking Benjamin was now playing as they drove through the night. Salem looked over at Miami, who was singing along really well to his surprise. He looked back forward.

"So where are you and your family from?" He asked, observing her response.

Miami stopped singing and was silent for a few minutes. "They're not my family. I've only known them for 3 days."

Salem nodded. "Im willing to bet, that you planning on leaving within the week because you don't want to get attached. But since it is human nature, you've already gotten attached and you haven't been as happy as you are now since you lost someone close to you. But you fear losing them so if you leave now you think it will hurt less later. Am I right?"

Miami looked at him jaw dropped. "Wha-how did you-"

"How you reacted. You went silent which showed it caught you by surprise that you are attached, and you had to think that you had to get out and most likely that would be so you wouldn't lose them like that other someone you lost, which you have not completely gotten over."

Miami was silent and Salem smiled. "Same for your friend Tallahassee. He hides it better though-"

"Stop!" Miami exclaimed and she stopped the car. Salem went silent and looked at her curiously. Miami glared back at him. "Yes I've lost someone, yes he's lost someone but you shouldn't use it like some…game to figure people out. And yes I have thought of leaving, I've always wanted to leave but the entire time I was alone couldn't equal to one minute that I've spent with these people. I don't know if they care about me or even if I care about them but it's better than spending the rest of your life feeling nothing like I did!" Miami stopped surprised at herself.

Salem just smiled and looked forward. "Good, now you can relax and stop worrying about it."

Miami looked confused. "What?"

"I know what people are like. You denied being attached at first, so you wouldn't let anyone in, especially not strangers you just met. Now I have helped you sort it out using reverse psychology." Salem smiled, folding his hands.

"You- I- mean-wha?" Miami said, extremely confused. She put the car in drive and kept driving. "W-were you a psychologist?"

"Yes, but so you know it's okay to be attached, to let people in even in a world like this and trust them. If you felt nothing and spent your life alone…" He looked at her. "You might as well be a zombie."

Miami looked at the road, seeing the Caddy's brake lights way in the distance. She kept a straight face. "You should try that on Tallahassee."

"I didn't work with adults, I worked with teens. Ones with divorced parents mostly."

"Guess that's how you could recognize me in that category. You've seen it before."

"Pretty much." Salem said. Miami opened her mouth to say something but he held up his hand. "It's okay, you thought I was playing some game, that's how I was trying to come off."

"Not gonna lie, that's a little creepy." Miami laughed.

"Tell me about it." Salem said turning up the music. 'Never too late' by 3 Days Grace played into the night air.


Alrighty there is Ch. 11. You should review, even if you just say 'Blah' it still means something that you reviewed. Im off. farwell my ppl. ill update in a few days.