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*Flashes of events pass before Malcolm's eyes, largely unrecognizable. In a state of semi-consciousness, these flashes reveal incidents from both the past AND future, but in more of an intuition based revelation. Only feelings register, and they roll on. And they roll on. Rol o--*
???: Wake up!
 
*Malcolm's eyes open, blurry and red (hangover-esqe).*
 
Malcolm: Wait, where am I?
 
???: Utah. "Land of Kooks and Many Marriages".
 
Malcolm: Huh. Speaking of kooks, isn't it "kooky" to wake a man up and not introduce himself?
 
*He tries to turn over,and realizes that his hands are tied tightly. He struggles a bit before feeling the cold steel of a blade scratching his scraggly beard*
???: Hold still there. Now I don't feel the need to say this more than once, and I doubt that you disagree with me. You struggle anymore, and blood will spill. Am I quite clear?
 
Malcolm: Yes, loud and.
 
*The unknown voice chuckles*
 
???: Good, good, a little spirit. Here is the situation. I've seen you "in the thick of things" per se. It was me who protected you during that Apache raid on your camp. Iknow what you are capable of, so I can assume you understand the trepidation I felt at the prospect of you possibly running loose. I apologize for the inconvenience, but I do not want to take any chances. If you promise not to retaliate, then I will free you.
 
*Malcolm thinks carefully, before responding.*
 
Malcolm: Yeah, yeah, I gotacha. Just cut me loose.
 
*The blade leaves Malcolm's throat, and he feels the ropes slacking and falling to the ground. He slowly tries to turn, but is again met with a blade to the throat.
 
???: That isn't necessary. When you turn around, I will be gone. I have left you a horse. Ride hard due north, and you'll reach Salt Lake City. Stop in at the "Prancing Pony" bar, and you'll meet... a friend.
 
*The blade leaves his throat, and a rush of wind flows past him. He flips over quickly, and the owner of the voice has, indeed, gone. The sun sets, casting long shadows over the earth, and a black horse is indeed tied to a small cactus. Malcolm looks around, before shrugging and jumping onto the horse and riding hard North.*
 
Malcolm: Jesus, I hope Jonesy is alright. But right now, I need a whiskey.
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Nero is layed looking up at the skies.

"I wonder what crool has gotten upto he's been gone for ages" Nero thought to himself. "It's strange but i'm kinda missing the crazy drunk fool........

Yeeeeeeeehaaaawwwwwwww *hiccup* Jonesy *Hiccup Hiccup* I thought I was asleep but then I woke up and found whiskey so whats a guy gonna do?


Nero shakes his head at Malcolm......

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SALT LAKE CITY

*As the scorching heat of day began melting into a slightly (only slightly) cooler night in Northern Utah, the people of Salt Lake City began winding down their businesses as well. Coopers hung up tools and stocked various metal rings and wooden strips away in their respective storage places, tailors folded and stuffed strips of cloth into shelves, and sheriff and deputies alike retreated to the comfort of the police station porch for a smoke. Wednesdays were never very exciting, anyways. *

*The only difference to be heard of was the “Prancing Pony” saloon, which specialized in nocturnal revelry, rather than diurnal ventures. The bartender loaded up steins and cleaned out any rogue glasses that had been erroneously left over from the night before. The local piano player strolled in, collected his usual pay (two shots of Wild Turkey and $4) and sat down at the piano. And upstairs, the prostitutes liberally applied make-up, readying themselves for another night on the job. *

*As the night got under way, the usual rabble of miners and farmhands from out of town rolled in and gathered together in small groups, quietly discussing the gossip of the day.*

Ol' man Rybock might be in for a turn tonight. Heard him blasphemin' against the Church a coupla days ago, talkin' bout how it was a disgrace for 'em to allow double marriages and the like; 'n I've heard somma the elders've been planning a little git-together down roun' his place...

Becky Cunningham and Rory McKeatchern are getting married next month. I've known that boy's family fer years, an' I've known her's too. Elder Cunningham might have some words for Joe McKeatchern's boy if I know anythin'...

Heard about some sort of explosion down around Las Wages a week back. Lightning struck a train station, and supposedly them steam canisters just overheated and blew up. Just about 50 or 60 or so of 'em, just blown sky high. Seems like half the town got sent up to heaven early...

And it continued, the talk of poor laborers with nothing else better to do but drink and talk about everyone else.

*Around 11 or so, Jason walks in and parks himself down on one of the stools. Cap (the bartender) looks up and sets down his mug.*

Ain't never seen you around here. Passin' through?

Jason pondered the question, then looked back up at the man.

I'll be staying the night, if there's room available. It's been a long journey, and I have much longer to go.

His search for the truth about Red Falls had been incredibly disappointing. He had arrived in town to find the place completely deserted. The town had been uprooted by such a traumatic experience, and those that had survived the attack had simply picked up stakes and rode into the distance. Red Falls was a complete ghost town, and evidence of “others” was nowhere to be found.

He had, however, found evidence of the origin of the zombie attack. He had gone to the graveyard and found markings of some sort of power generator. Scorches and scrapes on the earth provided evidence of a type of lightning rod that had powered the device, and beyond that the place reeked of formaldehyde. Jason's experiences around machinery could tell him that much, but beyond that Red Falls had given no other insight.

Then, in the middle of the night, Jason had fallen prey to a band of petty thieves, who had nonetheless ambushed him while he was asleep. They had stolen his horse, his pocketwatch/ wallet, and had left him with only the clothes on his back. And that was how he had reached Salt lake City, with the closest train station he had been able to find. But for now, a hotel room didn't seem too bad.

... You even listening?

Jason snapped back into the present.

I'm sorry, could you repeat that?

I said we have a room, but it's $20 for the night. And no offense, but you don't look like you have that kind of money.

The doors kicked open, and six cowboys burst in, two with pistols, three with shotguns, and one in the back with a Winchester rifle, all drawn and aimed at the residents of the bar.

The front man (shotgun cocked and aimed at Cap) strolled up to the bar and flung a sack behind the counter. He spoke aloud to the room:

Now everyone just stay calm here for a bit, and this won't take more than ten minutes. No sudden moves, or we won't hesitate to blow EVERY SINGLE motherfucker's head off.

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Cap gulped before bending down to pick up the sack, he looked to his right and eyed the two Emburly pistols and the Matchlock shotgun neatly arrayed in their holsters below the counter. Silently cursing to himself he ignored them and stood up facing the lead cowboy.

"you know what you have to do, the quicker you get it done it less likely I am to shoot someone"

Cap noticed movement from the Winchester wielding cowboy and then stopped stunned as he realised a wound was growing in the cowboys chest, he thought he could see a blade exiting the wound but as soon as it entered the light it seemed to disappear, he noticed the lead cowboy yelling and raising his shotgun when two shots rang out in unison. The lead cowboy turned to see the other two shotguns slump to floor appearing to have died before they hit the floor, he frantically looked to see where the shooter had been when he heard the unmistakeable sound behind him of a shotgun being cocked, he span and was taken full force in the chest by the the buckshot. Cap ducked behind the counter before the two remaining cowboys could fire at him and heard another two shots then silence.

"this is a nice watch, I wonder who they got this off of"

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*With the midday sun beating down on him, a lone rider pulled the brim of is hat down over his eyes.  He was unsure of where he was, or where he was headed.  His horse seemed sluggish, obviously thirsty, but managed to carry him with a slow, weary trot.  He scanned the perimeter, looking for a shady place to rest his horse.  Nothing.  Suddenly, he spotted something off in the distance.  He pulled a rifle from the sling on his saddle and scurried up a hilltop with a mild slope.  "Fools", he muttered under his breath, "'The Bow is a testament to our ways'.  Yeah, well you can't hunt a Buffalo from 2000 yards with a bow, not even with the steadiest of hands or the sharpest eyes, can you"?  A slight grin spread across his face as the object on the horizon came into view: Wells Fargo & co. , Salt Lake City.

*Raging Bison returned to his mount, holstered his weapon, and boarded his steed.  He whipped it into a gallop and trailed the coach to it's destination.*
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