She hadn't bumped into him from the front, but right into his back. He stood still even after she dusted herself off. ''Um...Sir?" He turned around, and that's when she actually noticed him. His skin was an awful blue complexion, and his arms and legs were scratched and bruised. His hair was a disgusting mess, and his clothes were dirty, and missing some pieces. He turned around now. He was missing his entire bottom jaw, and his left eyeball was hanging on his cheek. ''What the fuck..'' The man made horrible gurgling noises, and raised his arms up. He started to advance towards Sam. ''What are you?!'' She turned around and took off back towards her house. As she ran, the van from earlier rolled past her. The window was rolled down and she could see a man in the passenger seat. They locked eyes, and she saw his attire. A black button down shirt, gloves and a black Fedora.

I woke up. I had my arm draped over her, and we were facing each other. She was still asleep, so I was careful not to wake her as I slid out of bed. I still have my jeans on? I guess we only...Good. She looks so peaceful. What time is it? I walked over to the window and saw it must have been about 9:00 AM, as people were leaving their homes and the sun is up. I guess I should go get dressed. After getting my shirt back on and put on my shoes, I walked out of the room and went back to the lobby. The woman was still there, looking way to cheery than she should. ''Hey...Um, do you guys have any clothing or...?'' ''If you're looking for new clothing, try the Omnipotent. If you're looking for specific clothes, the girl there can show you where they are, or the tailors can have it made.'' ''Thank you.'' I exited the hotel, immediately feeling the warm Florida temperature I was so used to. The town was small enough, you could see most stores from a standing view. The Omnipotent looked like a regular building from the outside, and I would've passed it if it wasn't for the banner hanging above it, shouting it's name. I entered, and it looked like a extremely small clothes store. There were no racks, so everything was stored on shelves. There was a good looking blonde behind the desk. ''Hi. Looking for anything in particular?'' ''Do you guys have Jackets?'' ''Yes, we do. In the back. Once you find what you're looking for, just take it with you.'' You can just take clothes? No money? Nice! ''Thank you.'' I went to the back of the store, noticing there were about five other people with me, and saw a couple jackets hanging off the shelf. I picked up one, a black jacket, with red sleeves. I also picked up some under shirts, nothing special.

''Oh god...'' ''What? Aren't you happy to see me, Darlin'?'' Whoever said that, that is the fucking ugliest southern accent I've ever heard in my entire life, and I killed Randall. ''Look, if you're gonna get clothes, get them, and leave. If not, leave. It's very simple.'' I turned around and saw a tall, redneck looking guy talking to the girl, obviously flirting. ''That's funny, cause it looks like you're wearin too much clothes! Maybe, I could help you with that?'' ''First of all, that's the dumbest pickup line I've ever heard. Second of all, you know I have a boyfriend, not that I wouldn't turn you're country ass down once you walked up to me. Please, just fuck off.'' He got immediately red, as all the people in the store were now staring at this exchange. He reached over the counter, pulling the girl towards him. ''Listen here, you little bitch! The last person that disrespected me, ended up as one of those walkers-'' ''The last person that disrespected me, ended up with the bones in his fingers disintegrated, and a fucking wrench smashed against his head.'' I walked up to country boy, and he let go of the girl. ''You think you're tough, boy? You ain't shit! Tim of The Firm? I put a bullet in his head!'' Tim? The firm? This motherfucker's stealing my glory? The fucking lapdog? How did he even find out about that? ''You shot Tim?'' ''That's what I said, ain't it?'' ''I see. You could've shoved a bullet into his skull, but you didn't pull the trigger. I remember the look on his face, as I grabbed his Bodyguard's pistol and deposited one in his throat. Then, I looked at him, and shot him between the eyes. His other bodyguard didn't even have time to get up. After that, I jumped out of the window, and into the forest. They've been hunting me ever since.'' He let out a really obnoxious laugh. ''Yeah, whatever you say. I killed a member of the fucking firm! I bet you ain't ever killed a living, breathing man, have you?'' ''Sure you did. You killed him.''

I ducked down, and came up with a right hook. It connected square with his jaw, sending him sprawling across the counter. The crowd was shocked that this tough guy got put on the ground with one punch. ''You-You bastard! You're gonna fuckin pay!'' He stood up and swung wildly at my head. I rolled under it easily, and countered with a right cross, knocking him back. He tried to grab me, but I slipped out of the way, now behind him. The girl behind the counter handed me a Baton. It looked like one that police would get, a collapsible one. I swung at the back of his head with the baton, knocking him out cold and ending the fight. Huh. That was...Interesting. First day in town and almost killed someone. ''Well, you really did a number on him, huh?'' The girl behind the counter said. ''I've never seen you around here before. Name's Carey. I'm sure the mayor would want to speak with you know. Go outside, his house is directly across the street. Thank you, by the way.'' I just nodded, and gathered up the clothes. The five guys in the store picked up the hillbilly and carried him outside. I guess they have a doctor in this town. I exited the store, and decided to go to the Mayor first. If she didn't tell me it was his house, I would've never guessed the town leader would live here. Stepping into the house, it looked way more extravagant than from outside. A nice red carpet, leading up the stairs to the second room. The first floor led to a dining room that looked identical to the one from The Quick and the Dead, but looked kinda...cheap. I don't know how to explain it. ''Ah! A new town member!'' A man, maybe 50-60 appeared from a door on the second floor. ''And who do I owe the pleasure?'' ''My name's Vincent. I arrived with my group.'' He started to walk down the stairs. ''Great. We can use more members in our town. I know it's kind of small now, but give it some time and it will be the first full scale city in the new world!'' Talk about melodrama. He walked up to me and extended his hand.

I shook his hand firmly. ''My name is Hoodoo. Hoodoo Brown. I own this fine little town, which means I know everything that goes on. When you were beating up Country Boy, I knew about it before you even won it. Now, if you weren't in the right, I would've kicked your ass, but since you were, and you were protecting one of my citizens, you're on my radar now. In fact, you might get a favor. The sheriff must've told you how valuable those are, so consider yourself lucky.'' Well, that was quick. Soon as I get out of this town, the better. ''I need to ask you something mayor. I believe you might know of the man. His name is Kenny?'' He never gave me his last name, I just realized that. Hoodoo's eyes seemed to have gotten wider as I said that. ''Kenny? Kenny is-well, was a great man. He was one of my first citizens, yes, him and that little girl of his.'' Little girl? ''Clementine was her name. He told me of the things she went through. I'll tell you, kid like that? Tougher than nails. Fucking dead eye, with a pistol. Kenny skipped town, thinking he could go to the coast. I didn't agree, so- I mean, tried to convince him, but he didn't care. He left, with her.'' Fuck. Well, at least he had the same idea. Shit! The soldiers! They're gonna find them soon. ''I see. So do I got my favor?'' He looked up in thought, and finally, ''Give me till tomorrow, you'll get your favor then.''

I walked into the hotel room. I'd only been gone for maybe twenty minutes, so I didn't expect her to be up. I changed my clothes, feeling a lot better. I walked over to the side of her bed. ''Sam.'' I whispered. She stirred a little, till she finally looked up at me. ''Hey, where've you been?'' ''Nowhere. Picked up some clothes and talked to the mayor. Oh, and almost killed someone.'' She sighed a little. ''Dammit, Vince. I hope you had a good reason.'' ''I did. Now, we gotta talk about something.'' She sat up. ''It's about James, isn't it?'' ''Everyone turns in at most two days...It's been a day and a half...'' She got out of bed, still with no pants. Not that I was complaining. She walked over and hugged me, burying her face into my shoulder. ''I-I Can't lose him Vince...'' I wrapped my arms around her. ''I know, I know. Listen, maybe it's just...Look, I don't know, but goddammit, he won't die. I promise you that.'' ''But he will die Vincent! There's no cure!'' We just stood there, in a hug. ''Look, get dressed, I'll go wake everyone up. Everything is gonna be alright. We'll find a way. I promise.'' I left the room and knocked on Paige's door. Jimmy opened it up. ''Hey, mate! Rich left a while ago, so Paige and I-'' ''Why the fuck are you not wearing pants? No. No! Come on Jimmy!'' ''Come on Jimmy? What were you doing last night?''...''That's what I thought. We're both pieces of shit, but that's good. Oh yeah, and that hillbilly I saw you fight-'' ''Wait, you saw that?'' ''I saw the fucker being wheeled out, so I assumed it was you. Anyway, right before you knocked, I saw him coming inside the hotel. Wanna go get rid of him?'' I shrugged. ''Fuck it. I'm in.'' Jimmy got on his pants, and we advanced to the stairwell. As we walked down, I saw him. ''Hey, Asshole! You got lucky! Now fight like a real man.'' He had a bruise on his chin, and a cut on his eye. I advanced towards him, hands up. Before I reached the same level as him, he grabbed me from the stairs, picked me the fuck up, and slammed me against the wall. ''Fuck! Jimmy!'' Jimmy jumped down the stairs and kneed him in the balls from behind. The guy dropped me, and delivered a quick jab in his face. He stumbled back, turning around, right into Jimmy's fist. The force of the hit was so much, it turned him back to me, so I gave him a powerful left hook.

Immediately after that, Jimmy grabbed the guy from behind and threw him down the stairs. The guy tumbled down, hitting his head on the ground level, cracking it open, letting blood flow freely. ''Goddammit Jimmy! I asked for you to help, not fucking kill the guy.'' ''My bad, my bad. Well, at least he won't be a problem.'' ''OH! What the fuck!'' Some guy just opened up the stairwell door to a...Well, this. He sprinted out before we even knew what was happening. ''That? Well, that's a problem.''