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Having had some time gathering some things together, Nero heads off to find Malcolm, flanked by two horses. Nero can't help but to feel proud of what he achieved alongside Malcolm, but deep down he knew they'd have to return to fight the zombies another day to protect the good folk of the city.

Nero and the horses dodged in and out of drunken folk dancing in the streets.

"Malcolm you here?" Nero shouted

"Yeeehhaaawwww, Jonesey that you?"

"Ready when you are Malc, oh and i've got a new companion for yer"

Nero guides the new horse towards Malcolm.

"He's here to replace the one I saved, umm we let go during the attack. i've not named him yet, i'm leaving that upto you. One thing's for sure we need to go tackin' down where those old zombies came from"

"Just one more drink and we'll be on the way, oh and thanks for the ride YYYYEEEEHHHAAWWWW get me another fuckin' drink"

Nero watches on as Malcolm is carried to the saloon for another drink.


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its is late on the zeppelin, Shadowfear has decided to spend a little time on the observation deck while it is empty. He spent the whole afternoon and most of the evening tinkering with ammo for the oversized revolver, he has been using his power to augment traditional ammo, but feels with a bit of practice he could form ammo fully from shadow in the chamber. He has been considering the implications of this while viewing the world from his exclusive vantage point when he hears the sound of someone approaching. Knowing he could avoid this person as easy stepping into one of the shadows around him he decides to stay.

*its dangerous up here boy, ya don't know who ya might run into*


Shadowfear doesn't even turn around, ignoring the man completely he wonders if he should have left when he had the chance.

*boy, ya listnin to me? I don't take to people ignoring me boy, you best get to 'pologising 'fore I gut ya*


Shadowfear turns and locks a piercing stare into the strangers eyes, the stranger backs away before summoning up some extra confidence

*ya better get to 'pologising boy, ya coin purse will suit me unless ya want some of ma bla.......*

Shadowfear's hands move quicker than the eye can follow and the strangers words cut off abruptly as his knee's buckle, he begins to topple forwards and his head falls over the side severed at the neck. Shadowfear helps the body to follow the head and steps into the shadow moving to his cabin before the body falls past his window.

*it was his fault, i would have let him live if he hadn't pushed me*



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What is this guy's problem? thought Nero, sitting groggily askew in the saddle, not focusing on anything except the swishing of Malcolm's horse's tail in front. First he gets me shithoused, and then he expects me to get up WAY before dawn, and ride a horse at full speed, AWAY from the sunlight? Hopefully I get some answers soon.

The incident happened right around 4:30 in the morning, a week after the battle at Red Falls, with Nero being jolted out of his bedroll at their camp. The birds hadn't even awoken yet, and Nero rubbed his eyes to find Malcolm face to face with him. Their noses nearly touched, as Malcolm (uncharacteristically stern, and sans his usual cocky grin) whispered:

"On the move quick, Jonesy. We got trouble headed our way. Gotta cover some ground today, maybe through the brush."

"Whuzza, wha, what the hell are you talking abou--"

"Shut the fuck up. It's hard to explain. And you're only slowing us down. get dressed, quick."

So, they had trekked. Trekked for a long ass time, thinks Nero, And through some thick brush, I know that much. He still hasn't explained why the hell we're not taking the road, either.

Every once in a while, Malcolm would stop, scratch his head, curse, then change direction suddenly. Almost as if there was a perpetual cloud of gnats buzzing around his head. They crossed rivers, walked treacherously along narrow ledges, galloped full speed across flat desert stretches, crossed BACK over rivers, and now had finally stopped for a breather alongside the road again. The sun was starting to set, now, and the oranges and purples of the sky mixed perfectly, almost as splendid as an artist's color wheel. Nero would have thought it beautiful... if not for the ridiculous, breakneck-pace journey that day.

"Hey Magellan, why have we stopped?"

Malcolm sat down on his heels, sniffed for a few seconds, then rose back up, sighing. He took off his hat, ran his fingers through his hair, and put his hat back on.

"It's no use. They'll be caught up with us in a few minutes. Need a place where we can have a little breathing room if need be, to escape."

Nero looks puzzled, but doesn't answer. You'd think he was crazy, but he's usually right about stuff. We'll just see what pans out.

For five minutes, silence surrounded them.They sat turned back East, in the direction they'd been riding from all day. The only sound that broke it was... an odd episode in and of itself. A rattlesnake slithered past them, maybe twenty yards in front of them... or behind him (OOC: Whatever). It slithered slowly and gracefully, not even acknowledging their presence. It took off about thirty yards to the left of them, when suddenly Malcolm looked up and emitted a low, hissing noise, like a pot of coffee steaming over the fire. The snake turned, looked at Malcolm, and wheeled around, planting itself in a bush about fifty yards to their front and right. As soon as it had reached it's position and settled in, Nero noticed the faint pounding of hooves in the distance.

"Get your gun, Jonesy."

But Nero had already grabbed it, realizing for himself that trouble was brewing. He loaded his Winchester rifle, and cocked it, before balancing it on his shoulder and leaning against his horse.

Over a hill in the distance, not two miles out, dust kicked up, and the sound of hooves pounding doubled. Nero's eyes couldn't register through the dust, but Malcolm picked up five horses, and five riders. As they drew nearer, the bad intentions could be read on their faces like a book, and when they pulled up fifty yards in front of them Nero had to fight the urge to draw his rifle and put a bead on them immediately. But Malcolm whistled, low and nearly inaudible, but Nero recognized it as a "calming" noise.

The "leader" of the foreign outfit jumped off of his horse and drew a revolver. He walked towards the duo, and pulled the hammer back.

"You two boys 'Nero Jones' and 'Malcolm Watson'?" he asked, with an air that almost sounded as if he had asked 'Is this your dog?'.

"Yup. You were the boys who I saw at the saloon in town last night."

And suddenly, Nero remembered. Goddamnit, Malcolm, he thought, and looked an Malcolm angrily. Malcolm looked back, and finally grinned, sheepishly.

That last night, Malcolm and Nero had set up a camp on the outskirts of a little town, Rockridge, and had gone to town to enjoy a few drinks. Malcolm had challenged Nero and another man (This fucking guy) to a drinking contest. Although Nero was proud to have won the contest, he realized that Malcolm had taken the opportunity to smart off to this man and his buddies, and had started a bar brawl.

"That's right," said the man, with a black bruise below the right eye, "but last night's... misadventure... isn't why we're here. You've been Wanted. A man named Stone told me to track the pair of you down, and he'd pay us a fine sum. $1,000 dollars if we brought ya back alive, $2,000 dollars if we brought ya back. And to tell ya the truth, I could use the money!" he smirked, and he motioned for his buddies to laugh at his joke. Malcolm thought for a second, then countered:

"Well in that case, let's make this interesting. Me and you, knife fight. I'm low on ammo, and need to save my bullets."

Nero looked on, confused, but the leader of the other outfit nodded and grinned. He ripped off his shirt, and pulled out a Bowie knife, a hand and a half long, and twirled it, waiting on Malcolm.

Malcolm walked to his horse, took off his hat, hung it on the saddlehorn, and looked at Nero.

Under his breath he whispered "When he goes down, start shootin'. It's gonna get hot, but take the closest one."

Nero nodded, not taking his eyes off of the other group. They looked very hungover, and not nearly as aggressive. Malcolm walked slowly towards the leader, and said "Now before we get too far into this, I wanna set up some ground rules."

The man looked puzzled, and while Malcolm approached him, he quizzed "Rules? There aren't no rules to a knife figh--"

Malcolm drove his foot up between the man's legs, making him double over in pain.

"Well since we've gotten that cleared up, start this fight Jonesy!"

"1,2,3 go!" shouted at the top of his lungs, drawing the rifle up level with the closest of the other posse. Malcolm pulled out his knife and slashed it through the man's throat, slicing it clean open, and killing him instantly. Nero pumped out three quick shots into the closest men, and when the
last man turned to run, the rattlesnake struck out of the bush and sunk it's fangs repeatedly, deep into the man's calves, taking him down, and killing him in seconds. The dust settled, then Malcolm barked out laughter.

"Yeehaw Jonesy! Best damn shootin' I've seen in a long time!"

"Thanks, Malcolm. By the way, I've been meaning to ask,", as they tied their stuff back into the saddle and hopped back in, "is there any particular reason that we're headed West?"

Malcolm turned towards Nero and shrugged.

"It just feels right. Something about the air. We'll be headed back West, eventually, but we're supposed to head West first. We're not yet a complete group yet, and I'm not sure if I can explain why I think that way."

Nero laughed quietly to himself, as Malcolm spurred his horse and started off again. Who the hell am I hitched up with?
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On the right Nero had plenty of time to think about what Malcolm said. Something about being in a group has struck a cord with Nero. Nero thought to himself "Father once said, when in a great time of need, a group of contrasting individuals always prevail, just look at when me and your uncles and aunties had to do to get into power". Maybe father was right!

"Malcolm, you know you're one strange bloke, but you're all right ya'know. You may be one crazy motherfucka' but I kinda like your style, so if you say we need more, then we'll get more"

Nero sniffs the air.....

"Can smell a creek near Crool, maybe it's time for a rest stop, to energize our and the horses batteries, i've got a little trick to help speed up the process"

"What the fuck is Crool Jonesy?"

"A little nickname for you Malc, you're one crazy fool, so I jammed them up and bam! I've never been good with nicknames so it's the best I can offer"

Malcolm chuckles....

"Crool it is, lead the way to the creek Jonesy, I could sure do with some water"

Nero takes the lead as they make a slight adjustment north. A few kilometers later they end up at an abandoned site, where a creek is situated....


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After the 'disagreement' Shadowfear had a week ago things have been quiet on the zeppelin. He'll be over the American East Coast in a few more days, The man he killed had not been missed, the only event of any note was during the layover in London: A servant for some doctor had tried to manhandle him for no reason, doing it in public had been all that had saved him. He had after all, killed someone for less.

America sounds like an interesting place, He heard a rumour that the dead had risen a week in a small town, at least they are imaginative, maybe I'll find some answers soon. I hear they all have guns like mine, well not like, but close to.

"Is it getting light already? guess I'll get some sleep."

He lies on his bunk and clears his mind, sleep is slow in coming but that's ok, he has all day for it anyway.


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Nero and Malcolm have been travelling west for several days. Malcolm's knowledge of finding food, and Nero's knack of locating water sources have allowed them to survive well beyond the period at which they ran out of their stores. But for the past several days, through the Mojave Desert, both water and live game are scarce. Their horses drag plod along, and spirits are low. Even Malcolm's usually endless flow of wisecracks have dried up, mirroring the rivers and streams they had been able to find.

 
Dust blows past them, as the harsh desert sun scorches their faces. Vultures, ragged and emaciated creatures themselves, have begun circling them overhead. They wheel in endless loops, patiently awaiting the almost certain death of the two travellers. Their croaks (and numbers) increase daily, and eventually Malcolm looks up and raises one of his pistols in the air.
 
"Shut the fuck up!!" he shouts dazedly, pulling the hammer back on his revolver, and taking aim at the annoying carrion.
 
"Killing them won't work, you know. There will be more of them. It's pointless to waste you ammo."
 
Malcolm and Nero turn in surprise, to see a man sitting on a rock a little ways behind them. His cowboy hat was cocked at an angle, and a grin was spread across his face. Despite the fact that he was in the middle of the desert, and there hadn't been a town for at least a week's distance of hard riding, his clothes were immaculately free of dust.
 
And there wasn't a horse in sight.
 
"My name's Stone. I've been trying to meet up with you boys for quite some time."
 
Nero and Malcolm both felt an immediate disliking for the man. There is no way we can trust this guy, thought Nero, Me and Malcolm need to kick this guy away asap.
 
He sat up in the saddle, and voiced his opinions directly.
 
"Well now that's all well and good, but we don't exactly feel like joining up with someone who's supposedly been travelling through the desert, without a horse, and looks like they're ready to storm a debutante ball. So if you've got something to say, then say it quick. But if you're just here to toy with us, then have a good day." he says, shifting himself to make reaching his rifle easier.
 
Stone's jaw twitches, an unconscious signal of annoyance, but he remains calm and laughs.
 
"Now now there, no reason to get so testy. I was merely trying to point you in the right direction. You're going after answers? Regarding that zombie attack a while back? Well the man that caused it all went back east. You're goin' the wrong way if you want answers."
 
Nero opened his mouth to retort, but he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around, and Malcolm whispers into his ear.
 
"I know this guy is trouble, but he's tellin' the truth. I can feel it. And can you feel that, that... spark? He's bad news, Jonesy. And sad to say it, but we ain't exactly at the top of our game, right now. We just need to turn back, now, and leave this guy in the dust."
 
Nero ponders it, then nods his head. Without warning, the pair turn and raise their guns... But Stone isn't anywhere to be seen.
 
"That doesn't bode well, Malcolm. I've got a feeling we'll run into trouble with him later on down the road. But the best thing we can do now is head back around, and a little bit north. We'll find a railroad and hitch on towards the east coast."
 
They agree, and turn their horses around to make the long trip back the way they came.
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Nero is still a bit jittery from the run in with Stone.


Ya know Malcolm that Stone guy has given me the creeps. There's something about him that makes him seem even more weird than he already is! I'm not sure what his game is.......

Yehhaww easy partner, i'm sure we'll run into him again pretty soon, we just gotta' recuperate and be prepared for what he brings.

The pair continue back to where they originally came from, but something still doesn't feel right with Nero, so he takes a little drop of water onto his tongue and takes a moment as the horses make the slow gallop back.

In the distance some steam could be seen heading towards the sky.

That's where we need to be Jonesy, so let's hurry along now!

The pair jee up the horses as best as the can and try to make time towards the tracks.

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If you throw me again I'm a cut your head off!

dusting himself off yet again he slowly remounts the horse, drawing a shadowblade as he senses the horse giving the impression its going to buck. the horse stops before allowing him to ride normally.

that's better, how about we see what you got
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The horse is swift even for a thoroughbred, they head East, effortlessly making up the time they lost with the numerous times, the horse had thrown Shadowfear.

Easy girl, slow it down we got riders coming. you won't hear much for a while, don't wanna startle you oif I have to start shooting. I'll avoid any trouble if I can, they might not be an danger.



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*Riding as hard as their horses could go, Malcolm and Nero head towards the cloud of steam towards the north-east. Its billows out, and quick, staccatto whistles cry out occaisionally, with intermittent bangs and a steady rumbling, although it comes from what seems a farther distance. It swells and grows in volume, until it decreases and finally stops. As the sun sets behind them and casts long shadows before them, they settle in and set up camp. The new moon doesn't cast much light on the scene, and Malcolm builds the fire up to compensate.*
 
"That was a buffalo stampede, if I've ever heard one." says Malcolm, stretching his legs and pulling out a harmonica.
 
*Nero sits cross legged on the opposite side, his eyes closed in thought. A wolf howls in the distance, and he looks up, taking a hold of his rifle.*
 
"You don't have to do that. She's too far away to bother us. Sounds like she's initiating tonight's hunt." he leans back and settles on his bed roll. He puts his mouth to the harmonica and plays a solemn, almost haunting tune that carries up into the wind and floats away, like a feather.
 
*Nero looks doubtful, but finally trusts his judgement and sets his rifle down. *
 
"Do you speak wolf, too?" he chuckles, uprooting small weeds on the ground and throwing them into the fire. "And ya know, there's something I've been meaning to ask you. I saw you transform into a bear during that zombie attack. Can you do that with other animals, too?"
 
*Malcolm sighs and sets his harmonica down, the suddenly transforms into a wolf, startling Nero. Then he swicthes quickly between a bat that flaps up into the night sky, before falling and changing into an owl on the descent. He zooms down and over the campfire, before wheeling down and diving to the ground. He changes into a prarie dog as he hits the earth, and rolls forward while simultaneously changing back into a man. After his display, he turns away from the campfire and lays down.*
 
"How do you DO that? It's incredible!"
 
*Nero waits for his answer, and when Malcolm starts talking, he stops moving in thrall of the story.*
 
"It hurts, each time. Its like a relentless fire that seems to melt your skin, and your bones feel like they're splintering off into a million tiny pieces. I've gotten used to it, Jonesy, but god damn it hurts. My father was an old-timey preacher. In Boston. I figure if he'd have been born a couple hundred years earlier, he'd have been the worst witch burner there ever was. He found out about my talkin' to animals, and he tried to exorcize me when I was only 12. Said it was punishment from the Devil for his sins. He sacrificed a dog that I'd had for my whole childhood, and he started callin' on God to cast out the "demon" in me. He took a crucifix, heated it up, and branded a cross onto my chest, then threw salt into it. In the middle of the damn thing, a bolt of lightning struck our house. I passed out, and woke up to see my house burnt down. Ever since then, I've been on the move, and I found out I can take the shape of any animal I come into contact with..."
 
*He stops, almost choking up at the pain these memories bring. Nero tries to change the subject, but Malcolm ignores it and closes his eyes and falls into a restful sleep. Nero gets the message and close his eyes...
 
But in the middle of the night, he wakes up at the sound of a shrill cry in the distance. He jumps to his feet and looks for his gear, but it's nowhere to be found... As is the camp, and Malcolm.
 
He wheels around, and hears several war cries ring out over the hill behind him. He hears Malcolm yelling from far away, and he rushes over the hill. But when he looks down, he sees the embers of their campfire, and the corpses of Malcolm's horse lying on the ground, pincushioned with arrows. A trail of blood leads away from camp and a bone-chilling shriek fills the air.*
 
"Aiyiyiyiyiyyiyiyiyi!"
 
*Nero bends down and picks up a tomahawk sunk into the earth at his feet...*
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I don't like this girl, its been too quiet

Shadowfear has seen no-one since his he ran into the group yesterday, they were riding hard away from something, that's for sure, they didn't even slow down as they passed him. He has taken to having his oversized revolver drawn, you can never be too careful. He can hear a sound being carried through the night, he concentrates for a minute as he searches for the origin of the sound. He see's a strange looking tribe with bows and throwing axes attacking the site of a camp fire, he can't make out anyone defending until someone comes over the rise and is promptly attacked. Shadowfear decides to let this one go and avoid the site of the attack until he thinks he see's the the person turn into a wolf and instead of running away from the fight, he/it runs through the battle, seeing a chance to possibly learn some more about himself he dismounts his horse and tells it to wait in the dark. He strides into a shadow and emerges from the rear side of the battle, he tries to shroud the wolf/man in shadow and keep him/it safe, or as safe as he can.

Knowing he is impossible to see he launches himself into the midst drawing one of his blades and his oversized revolver, he drives his blade into one warrior as he shoots 3 more in quick succession. the warriors become aware of something attacking them and break off their pursuit of the wolf/man.

Shadowfear walks to the place he saw the wolf/man go to and see's the him/it lying on the floor with an arrow through his hind, he draws out the arrow and pours some of his good bourbon over the wound, he takes sets up a fire and uses his power to hide their camp before going to fetch his horse.

Rest easy, you're safe for the night, we won't be bothered by anybody


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