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Two things.

One! This chapter is another half-filler chapter. In it, I have a more-for-fun part that takes too long with the wall (you'll understand me more after you read it). Anyways, I decided to make it into a contest. The person who can tell me the most inside jokes they understand on the wall (by that I mean whoever can tell me the origin of the most people mentioned) get a free preview of the next chapter. Normally I wouldn't do that, but I've been bad about updating, so I figure it's only fair every once in a while to do this kind of thing.

But if you want to go for it, it has to be PM, because I'm too paranoid to play by the honor code. Because that's a little more trouble, I don't expect you to do it. Oh, and Jerry Seinfeld, Simon Cowell, and characters from my fic don't count.

Two! If you don't get what Joe is doing in the first scene, feel free to tell me and I'll explain it. My cowriter didn't get it.

"Damn, I'm hungry. I haven't had anything to eat yet today." Joe stated to Patrick, clearly expecting Patrick to do something about it.

"That's a good way to ruin your health; make terrible eating patterns." Patrick replied, poring over the crinkled, faded map, his navy blue cap fully shadowing his eyes.

Joe rolled his eyes. I can't believe he's going to make me say it. "Patrick, may we please stop somewhere to eat?"

Patrick couldn't resist smiling a bit. "I'lllll consider it,"

"Consider faster."

"Pete?" Patrick called out to Pete, who was driving. "Pull over at the next sign of life."

"Whatever," Pete continued driving. Joe wondered for a minute how he could steer with all that hair in his face and it being 10 P.M., but with Pete he found it better not to ask about that kind of thing. But there was something else Joe wanted to pick at Pete about…

Joe took a seat next to Pete. Since there was no front passenger seat, or any official type of passenger seat at all, he threw a bunch of hard pillows down and sat on them. With all of them stacked up, he was almost as tall as Pete sitting down. "So, Pete. Didja have any of the 'concoction' today?" Joe used air quotes around 'concoction'.

"Yes," Pete didn't even look at Joe. He simply tugged on his hoodie, which had thick black-and-white horizontal stripes, and immediately returned the hand to the wheel.

"It looks so nasty,"

"It is,"

"Can I try it one day?"

"You already asked me. No."

"Why not?" Joe was aware he was being annoying. It was purposeful.

"It… it would be like a chick taking Viagra, dude. I have no idea what that stuff the Dark Priest sets me up with does to humans."

"Fair enough," Joe paused and looked out the windshield. Thick darkness seemed to cover the surrounding area on every side like a heavy blanket made for cold winter nights. The headlights were on, of course, but only seemed to act as something to show just how dark it really was.

After giving the vampire of a minute of peace, Joe spoke up again. "Where's Andy?"

"We're all on one vehicle, Joe; it can't be that hard to find him." Pete snapped, trying to make it clear to Joe that he would make both of them happy by going to look.

Joe ignored this, though, even though he saw it too. "I think he's in his bed, putting new bandages on that bad cut he got when we were training the other day after we ran from the ice cream parlor. It bled a lot for a small cut, didn't it?"

"Mm-hmm," Pete sounded uninterested, but glanced at Joe out of the corner of his eye for a moment before looking back.

"Maybe Andy just bleeds a lot,"

Pete paused before speaking. "…Could be,"

Score. "Patrick doesn't so much. Neither do I. Wait. Do I?"

Pete swallowed and didn't say anything.

Oh yes. "Do you think there's something wrong with me? I don't bleed heavily…" He furrowed his brow. "Like… a type of cancer?"

Pete rolled his eyes and paused again before speaking. "No, you bleed more than Patrick, it's Andy who…" His facial expression froze and he caught himself mid-sentence.

Come on. Almost got game, set, and match. Go on, go on. Admit it, fool!

"We're here," Pete pulled the keys out of ignition and was the first out of the RV.

"HEY!" Andy shouted. His head was tilted to one side, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing and needed a different angle to be sure he was right.

The other three arrived almost immediately afterwards and all gazed upon what Andy had discovered.

It was a wall, not much shorter than the average sort of cement wall, but a bit longer. The grayness of the cement was either faded or naturally a light gray. However, little wall was visible among the fine layer of 'WANTED' posters that covered it.

"WHOA!" Joe blurted. "Look at all these people! Does the government seriously pay money for bounty hunting?"

Patrick gaped at the posters. They were yellowed, but not in an 'old-fashioned newspaper' kind of way, nor did they have that type of print. They were yellowed only because they were outside all day and night, every day and night. The font was computer style, and below each photo was a name, description and long number with at least nine digits. Below that was a price.

Patrick stared, in disbelief at all the people, vampires, perfectly alive humans, men, women, younger and older people alike. Some photos didn't look like they were taken in action or anything, more like they were taken from a MySpace page.

"HEY!" This was Joe now.

"What?" All three heads turned to where he was pointing.

"I'M ON THE WALL!" Joe's face and voice were a mixture of shock and happiness. "For ninety thousand dollars! SCORE!"

Andy's mouth dropped open in a smile. "I'm right next to you! We're both ninety thousand!"

Pete nodded. "I'm under you guys."

"ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND? You little butthole!" Joe fake-punched Pete in his bony shoulder.

As they all exchanged high fives and excited words, Patrick's mind raced. Did people know Andy, Joe, and Pete were on the wall? Were these posters for real or was it a hoax? But they looked so real, and there were so many of them… which brought up a whole new line of worries. Had their government become so desperate from this sudden surge of vampiric population in the nation that they were calling on bounty hunters to round them up?

"Looook, Patrick…" Joe sniggered. "You're only eighty thousand!"

"Wait, what?" Patrick's head snapped towards the poster, his voice a mix of shock and disappointment.

"Oh my god it's SOREL!" Andy pointed to another poster about five to the left of Pete. "WHOA! Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. WHOA!"

"What?" Patrick yelled out of annoyance.

"Sorel's SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIFTY THOUSAND! If we kill him, we're set for years!"

"We can't collect on bounties, we're bounties!" Patrick argued.

Andy ignored Patrick. He had moved on. "These guys' names are Dom and Ed… they're on the same poster AND they have separate posters! Ed's at one hundred seventy and Dom's at one hundred sixty thousand… but if you bring 'em both in you get a special deal of four hundred thousand. And they're not even vampires! It says 'heavily armed' and 'prone to reckless use of said weaponry'. Okay."

"This one for 'Monkey D. Luffy' says one hundred million berries. BERRIES? What the fuck are berries?" Joe said.

"Does the government even have that many berries?" Andy wondered aloud.

"Maybe it's foreign currency. Look, this one for a Naruto Uzumaki is worth twenty million yen." Patrick pointed out.

"Hey, it's that crazy Vulcan guy! Remember him?" Pete pointed at Vulcan's poster, which went for seventy thousand. The poster was one of the oldest-looking, one of the most frayed and discolored. It also appeared as though someone had slashed it across the middle.

"No no, look at THIS!" Joe believed his find was better than Pete's. "Brandon. Remember him? He was kicking your ass, Pete."

"Until I staked his ass, or didn't you know?!"

"He's got TWO posters. One of him before he was a vampire, going for sixty thousand, and after vampirism, worth seventy-five."

And they continued reading off multiple posters, some posters more intimidating than others.

"This is a 'Tohya Miho' going for nearly three hundred thousand. Ooh, she's cute… darkly cute…"

"Someone called 'The Shadow Syndicate', going for one hundred fifty… he's got military-style weaponry, apparently and… anti-terrorist? Okay."

"Holy crapola, this girl named Tanith is going for like, four hundred thousand! Several accounts of murder."

"Here's some girl named Cassandra, she's kinda cute... a lot of the girls here are. Not a vampire, so that ninety thousand is pretty impressive. She's got a sword and shield, and it says she worships Zeus. Weird."

Pete's eyebrows furrowed. "SIMON COWELL? For five thousand dollars?"

Andy giggled. "Pfft, that's nothing. Jerry Seinfeld for eighty! What's he been doing lately?"

Patrick nodded. "Celebrities do get turned into vampires, too. The only difference between their and Pete's turning is that they get a two-pager article in Star magazine."

Pete snorted. "And I'm no celebrity, that much I know!"

Andy continued. "One 'Massie Block' going for ten thousand… over one hundred accounts of general harassment…"

"Gerard's here!" Joe laughed. "They've got a photo of his wolf form, too. He's here for twenty thou- no, that's crossed out, it's thirty- no, that was crossed out too, it's fifty- no, eighty- Gerard's up to one hundred fifty thousand!"

"Mikey's next to him for seventy. The poster looks new."

"Here are photos of Gabe and Elisa. Wait, let's fix this." Andrew slashed through both posters with his rapier. "There. They were both fifty-five thousand… that pays a lot of food…Hah! They had spelled it 'Eliza'!"

"Someone nicknamed 'The Dark Enforcer' going for fifty thousand…"

"Some deformed-looking dude named Kloof going for three hundred fifty thousand. He looks like he's wearing a metal suit or something. They don't have any reasons why he's up for grabs. They just say he's a swordsman."

"One 'Kamikaze' Kyle's here for one-eighty… survivalist skills, weapon proficiency… Heh heh, photo looks like a stuffed plushie toy, that can't be right."

"A girl named Kali also going for four hundred thousand, like that other girl, and for the same reasons…"

"Hey, do you notice something odd?" Pete asked all three of them.

"What in particular?" Patrick asked back.

"The Baron's not on this wall. Neither is his sister."

"Don't forget, they were 'in' with the police. Like mafia leaders or something." Patrick explained. He scrolled his flashlight further across the wall, his eyes scanning the posters. "Most of the lieutenants were here, though."

Andrew's mouth dropped. "Agh! It's CLAIRE!"

"Claire? What for?" Patrick searched for the picture, his voice expressing more worry than curiosity.

Pete rolled his brown eyes. "Patrick, quit being such an overbearing, worrywart older brother type. You're already like that to us."

Patrick opened his mouth to speak, but swallowed and didn't say anything, only stuck his hands in the front pocket of his tan hoodie. It was scary how well they knew each other.

Andrew snickered. "Besides, she's only up for two hundred and fifty dollars. For disturbing the peace! A dozen charges of it, but still…"

"Let's go," Pete turned his back to wall and walked away.

"Wait!" Patrick stopped him. "We need food! That's why we came!"

"Oh yeah… I forgot."

"Just because you don't have to eat… you better not get any more used to not eating!"

"I know, you only remind me to begin developing good eating habits EVERY TIME you mention food."

"Uhhh, problem…" Andy said. He had already made his way to the far end of the wall and was staring behind it, pointing his flashlight ahead, breaking the darkness. "Look!" He said, for what must've been the umpteenth time that evening.

The other three came and stood beside Andy, looking on. The town (if you could call it that now) was completely destroyed and abandoned. No sign of light or movement was apparent. The only things they could see in the dark of night were the outlines of no doubt what once were frequently used buildings.

Patrick sighed. "Let's find food in the next one. This one doesn't seem very safe. We don't what used to be here or what still is."

"Agreed," Joe looked slightly freaked out.

Andy didn't say anything, but looked slightly disappointed at having to wait until they were in the next town over. Pete said nothing too, but he acted as if Patrick had never said a word and started off towards the 'town', predicting that he was going to get some food by picking nonperishables out of dusty, discarded houses.

Patrick's mouth dropped. "PETE! What are you doing?! Are you crazy?! Did you not hear what I said?!"

"Did it have something to do with my eating habits?" Pete called over his shoulder, half-smiling.

Andy laughed and followed Pete, shrugging in a 'what-could-happen' way.. Joe scurried after as well, leaving Patrick alone with two options:

1. Go with them and probably be safe.

2. Stay behind, look that much more cool, and have a ninety percent chance of getting attacked by one or more of the following: Sorel, Gerard, Mikey, other vampires, raccoons, Amy, the VFBI, hungry dogs, ants, bobcats (probably not in the winter, but you never know), vultures, Claire, people Patrick didn't like in middle school, pregnant women, hobos…

"HEY! Guys! Wait!" Patrick waved and ran off towards them.

"This looks awful familiar!" Jared pulled the sword out of the RV, the exact one he had planted in about a week or so earlier. He pressed a tiny button on the handle, and a blinking red light that just screamed 'tracking device' went out.

"But they're not inside the RV!" Jared's brother and fellow bounty hunter (named Shannon) called out from inside the RV.

"They must be in town," Another one of the four pointed accusingly at the wall covered in posters. "If there's one behind that pretty wall."

"Fun fact," Shannon began. "Forty percent of all walls are-"

"Then let's go check out the situation," Jared led the way as they stalked off, each armed with a katana. But he paused and glanced at the wall (he didn't even need a flashlight to read in the dark).

"Oh, look. They're on the wall. Isn't that adorable?" He put his hand to his heart, smiled, and shook his head. "Maybe once Sorel is through with them, we can have the heads back to cash in."

"You'll probably have to ask him to leave the faces mostly intact," the fourth one piped up as he strapped leather armlets around his forearms. They had all armed themselves and dressed in light armor and durable clothing.

"Yeah, remind me to do that when I talk to Sorel next."