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The Fact Onnen couldn't die Naturally did kill him, there was a time in every young vampires life where the thought of Immortality momentarily became unbearable, luckily for him, he had passed that phase of life, and accepted his fate. He remembered that night he sat up on a hillside, staring at the moon starting to set, he wanted to sit there and wait for the sun to come up and put him out of his misery, for a third time love had struck a blow to them and at this point, he didn't wish to continue moving forwards. But as fate would have it, he quickly found shelter from the sun and simply slept for god knows how long.


"Doesn't stop me from trying" giving a small little chuckle before he picked her up bridal style as she spoke again, glancing upwards. He really did love winter, even though his vampiric nature hated it, everything just seemed so much more peaceful, quiet, the white powder that covered everything adding a nice beauty, even to the white haired amurjin he carried in her arms. "Agreed" With that giving a small little nuzzle into the girl, stubble grazing lightly and lips wishing to meet hers...but he kept himself in check for the moment. After all, it didn't seem like she was still mad at him, but he didn't wish to press his luck.


Slowly he carried her through the courtyard back towards the entrance.

"Tell me about it..." smirking somewhat at her comment and chuckling, part of him wanted to tel her to keep going as soon as her kisses trailed down his neck, but he kept silent, wrapping his arms around her, finger tips lightly tracing themselves over the center of her back and up to the back of her neck, kissing the top of her forehead and running a hand lightly through her hair as she rested on top of him. Part of him never wanted it to end, to just have her there with him for the rest of time, away from that hell that was outside the doors of the shack, to have her lovely naked form against him there, free hand still traveling over her body, fingers curling over each soft curve before finally resting on her lower back.



Whether or not she read his thoughts or not, didn't much matter to him, he was content, happy, and that boulder that he felt on his shoulder suddenly weighed A LOT less. Holding her form to his he closed his eyes and rested his head against the bed, hand still lightly running through her hair, finger tips occasionally grazing against the back of her neck or her cheek. 24 hours ago he had a gun to her head ready to pull the trigger, now here he was, laying naked in bed with her holding her tight. Maybe everything would work out after all...

He wanted to tell her how bad he wanted her, needed her, but his body probably spoke louder then his words ever could, timing the rocking of her hips with each thrust to be perfectly timed, as soon as she crashed her hips against his, he'd grip a bit more and crash right back into her, letting their bodies match each others Rhythm, each kiss that was received was given back with equal lust and hardness, once more burying his face into her neck and groaning loudly as he felt himself drawing closer and closer with each thrust to release.


His pace quickened and he'd press her down into his hips with more and more force each time, gripping lovely curves a little bit more each time until he felt himself get thrown over the edge, rather loud groan escaping from him as he pressed one more kiss into those soft lovely lips of hers, hands still gripped and holding her against him as he released, afterwords burying his face into her chest and falling back onto the bed so she was on top of him now, panting somewhat and eyes glazed over with lust, once more, his eyes locking onto hers.

Dallas continued his rough but steady rocking, biting lightly at her neck as he gave forth a rough shove into her, each thrust he fully buried himself into her, holding her close to him. Every moan from her was like heaven to him, kissing back up her cheek to her lips before he simply stared into those beautiful green eyes of hers, hand moving to rest on her hip, gripping it and melting into her.


He varied the pace of the thrusts, one moment being rough and powerful, and then next, taking it a slow, almost lovers pace, each thrust filled with lust and desire. He'd hold a hand to the side of her head, brushing away a lock of her hair so he could see her face and afterwords place a gentle kiss 'pon her lips, before long he resumed his rough powerful thrusts into her, wrapping his arms around her body before pulling her upwards so she was straddling his lap, hands falling down her back and resting on delicate curves, gripping as he did with her hips and nuzzling into her neck, every moment drawing closer and closer to his own release, and his groans of pleasure would increase in volume and frequency.

Dallas gave a small smile when he felt her body react and finally fall over the edge, fingers continuing to trace their way up her body as she arched her back, the candle light on her body making her look just like an angel. When he felt her hands beckoning him, he didn't resist, slowly sliding his way back up her body, once again lips lightly brushing over flesh of her stomach and her chest, pressing kisses roughly into her neck and jawline before meeting her lips in a long, drawn out rough lust filled kiss.


His hands left hers only for a moment to dispose of his boxers, rock hard length standing at full attention before his arms wrapped around her body, pulling her close to him as he began his kiss again, rolling just a bit to his side so their bodies met each other almost perfectly, molded into one another, wasting almost no time, tip of length teasing at her sex before he slowly pushed himself into her just a bit, waiting for her body to meet his before he slowly thrust him inch by inch into her, taking it slow and simply savoring the moment and feel of the two together as one before he began to rock into her steadily, even thrust bringing a light bump as the bed hit the wall it laid against, burying his head into the crook of her neck and letting a groan of ecstasy escape him, whispering her name lightly into her ear.

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C.O.D: MW3 and MW1


Halo: Reach/ODST/Anniversary


Sega Genesis Collection: Sonic 1-3/ Shining Force


Mortal Kombat


Gears 1-2


GTA San Andreas.




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He continued eating her out, her moans telling him all he needed to hear as he continued. Mouth working over her almost non stop, not giving up an inch, Hands still kept on her hips, sliding themselves a bit to back of her thighs before gently setting her back down, fingers tracing themselves over the inside of her thigh before resting themselves lightly over her stomach once more. When her fingers rolled over his hair he rolled his neck a bit off of instinct for the sensitive area just right there, goosebumps rolling over his skin and a shiver running up his spine, only fueling him further, the disturbance in his boxers becoming more obvious by the second.


He continued glancing up at her, coaxing her to release and push her over the edge. Hand sliding itself up her stomach and over her breasts, teasing at nipple again before sliding over her neck and finger tips rested lightly on the bottom of her jaw, she tasted amazing to him, and the warmth of her body felt like no other pleasure he could of thought of, moaning a bit into her, letting the vibrations do their work.

Dallas continued pressing into the kisses, the pace starting from slow and carefully to almost feverish, moving himself a bit so she could get rid of those bothersome pants of hers, removing himself only to help her in her task of undoing his own, kicking them over to the side over the floor before crawling himself back on top of her, placing his lips to hers again and hand's exploring her body, gently sliding over her breasts once more, fingers teasing nipple and kneading her until they slipped down her stomach, slowly sliding themselves under whatever was left of her clothing and teasing her sex. Removing his lips from hers to return to kissing and nibbling like on her neck and the crook of her shoulder.


His fingers continued their delicate work, single finger slowly sliding it's way over her sex before his hands went to work removing the last obstacle in his way. Kissing lightly down the center of her neck and over her breasts, taking a moment for his tongue to tease lightly over nipple and suckle lightly before continuing his journey downwards, lips brushing lightly over her stomach and kissing down her hips, afterwords hands placing themselves on her hips, lifting her upwards slightly as he buried his mouth into her, humming softly and teasing sensitive folds with his mouth and lips, every so often blue eyes of his looking back up at her, gauging her reaction.

Dallas wasn't about to just stop out of nowhere, no little did she know he wanted her just as badly. As soon as he was given "permission" he let go of everything holding him back, the war, the stress, the memories, everything disappeared and the only thing that existed was him and her in that bed, once again lips finding hers, tongue playing lightly with hers for a few moments before he'd kiss down her cheek and jawline to her neck, nuzzling softly into her and nibbling lightly on her neck. Hands slowly sliding themselves up her belly and to her vest, slowly sliding it upwards inch by inch, almost in a teasing manner until it slid over her breasts, waiting for a few moments simply admiring the view before getting rid of the clothing that blocked it, kissing freely now at the crook between her neck and exposed shoulder.


Sure he was going to leave a few little "love bites" here and there, nibbling somewhat on her flesh, but if she minded he was sure she'd tell him. He adjusted himself somewhat on the bed, as well as her until they laid flat dab on the center of it, one hand moving down her side to cup over her breast and the other moving down to rest at her hip, tugging at her pants to begin lowering them off of her as well. Breathe certainly picking up as well as his heart beat, which she could probably tell with her hand on his chest. Nuzzling his head down to her chest somewhat, kissing and giving a few teasing licks and suckles to her flesh before eventually his traveling lips would find their way back to hers, this kiss was more rough, pressing somewhat into it just to drive home the message that he wanted her....and he wanted her now.

Once he heard her giggle, his mind slipped away from the dog tags, the ring, that day that he couldn't forget no matter how hard he tried. For now, he was focused solely on her, though he did have to admit he was surprised when he felt her hand and then her lips pressed against him...though he didn't mind one bit. He paused for a moment pulling back, simply glancing over towards the dog tags for a few seconds, before he let go, turning back to the girl, placing a hand lightly on her cheek and returning the kiss softly, as she did, letting it linger for a few moments....before kissing her again once his breathe was caught.


He gently move a lock of her hair away from Lillith's face, moving himself a bit over her onto the bed, hand moving lightly upwards to rest on her side, after words slipping the hand away from her face as blue eyes locked onto hers "..Good" smiling down at her.

"Houston., going out...Old red acura" Dallas muttered under his breathe before He glanced at the girl, for a few moments, his brain shut down. He wasn't sure if the girl was just joking with him and it was a huge coincidence that she'd guessed exactly where he was and the car he'd found it under...no, there was no way in hell someone could just guess that accurately. It was at that moment that everything hit him like a ton of bricks, her reaction to the ring, the acura, the name she whispered in her sleep last night. He stared at the tags and the ring on them before glancing back towards Lillith.


It was at this point that everything went blank for him, standing and following the girl, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling him close to him in embrace, the tags still hanging loosely from his fingers, hands moving lightly over her exposed waist. "It's because I've been looking for the owner of it ever since I found it..." He had no idea what to do, if he should say sorry, if he should of done something else, but for the moment he just stood there with her, arms around her holding her close to him. For now...he wouldn't say anything about the ring at all, glancing at them one last time before placing them carefully over a nail that was placed near the bed to hang what he guessed would of been the lantern.


He nuzzled lightly into the crook of her neck and shoulder for a bit, arms still wrapped around her waist before he lightly picked her up somewhat and did a turn or two, playfully...trying to get his mind distracted from the revelation he'd just had, and perhaps to do the one thing he'd signed up all those years ago for, to make someone happy and smile, let them enjoy their freedoms. He gave a small playful chuckle before laying her lightly on the bed, only then realizing just how little that short vest of hers hid from view, and the fact he was already shirtless...it didn't much help that her hair was wet now, only making her look that much more sexy. "Comfy?"

Dallas continued washing his face off, he had no idea who had built this shack to begin with, but was simply amazed by just how good it was. It was structurally sound, water didn't leak in when it rained and it didn't even shake much whenever the wind picked up outside, and the fact that the water wasn't dirty like it was in most of the towns was simply shocking. It probably meant there was a spring or something nearby that he had failed to notice, but either way he didn't complain. Though he was slightly surprised when he heard the girl splashing around as well.


He gave a small chuckle before splashing his face again, rinsing off all the dust and grime from the wastes, not much paying attention until he blinked and he was right near him, looking at his tags. He didn't mind, at least she wasn't calling him a murderer or a scumbag for wearing them like so many others did, though her question did cause stir him a bit. "Nah, never was....my unit was running around this neighborhood, evacuating civvies and trying to get them to shelters....I saw this over turned car and went to look but nobody was inside, there was a ring on the floor right by the window though.....don't really know why I took it". Part of him hoped he'd be able to reunite the ring when everything was over and peace talks went through so the bombs wouldn't fall and he could do some sort of service.


"After I found em we were on our way back to deliver the civvies to a shelter....and that's when everything pretty much went black." How the hell he survived, he still didn't know...a girl he'd talked to shortly after everything went quiet said he'd literally been thrown into the basement of a house, it seemed highly unlikely but it's all he had to go off of. He slid his tags off over his head, glancing at them and his name written on them. It seemed foolish to keep them, he wasn't part of a unit anymore, and there was pretty much no hope of ever finding the owner of the ring now, the world had ended and there were very few forms of transportation.....it was literally a 1 in a million shot that he'd find the owner still alive somewhere. He failed to notice the girls look once she saw the ring.

Lovely wasn't the word he'd use for it...but who was he to complain? It was shelter in the middle of nowhere, protection from the elements and with the lantern and hopefully the generator still working, would also have warmth. He let the duster slide off his form as he simply tossed it onto a nearby table, unbuckling the straps around his torso one at a time and laying them down as well. He was used to carrying them and having them tied around him but it was so fucking relaxing to finally be free of all the extra weight, un holstering the revolver, letting the cylinder fall open as he checked it for a moment, spinning the cylinder as he did before and swinging it shut, afterwords placing it with the rest of his gear.


Glancing over to the bed he couldn't help but just be awed by the beauty that layed on it, the candlelight making her body look that much more desirable to him, finding it harder and harder to ignore that despite how pissed off he was at her last night and their bad first impressions of each other, he was attracted, perhaps fatally, but who knew? He shook his mind off of it once more and simply went about tinkering around with a few things in the shack, one to keep his mind off of the girl, and to make sure he knew where everything else just in case he needed to get the hell out of dodge as quickly as he could.


Without much thinking about it, mainly because he'd been alone for so long...or maybe he wanted to prove he wasn't the only one who could be a tease, he lifted his shirt off, folding it a bit before tossing it over to his pile of things on the table. His body had few scars, and had been toned by his training as a marine and sculpted by the harshness of the wastes. Moving over to the bath tub as he turned the knobs on it, waiting for a few seconds before water slowly spurted and then began to flow freely, cupping his hands underneath the water and throwing it over his forehead, rubbing his face afterwords and letting his hands slide over his head through his buzz cut hair. A pair of dog tags still hung freely around his neck, along with a small ring wrapped around it.


It'd been forever since he'd found it that he didn't even remember....all he knew was he found it underneath an over turned car while his unit was trying to evacuate civilians.

A large smile appeared on his face as she explained the stories of the dogs, chuckling lightly and literally just wanting to pick her up and hug her tight after the whole "saving the dog from his crate" comment. He never had a dog as a child, his asshole father never allowed it, probably because all their money was always spent on his drugs and liquor, but the first time he came back from deployment his sister had a surprise for him in the form of a German shepard pup, not even 3 weeks old. Thus why he loved dogs, it was pretty much the closest thing he had to his own family other then his Career as a Marine. It made him forget about how much the heat pissed him off for a few moments.


When he felt her blowing at him he chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck for a moment....it had been a long, long time since he felt a woman's breathe against his neck, but he'd shove that detail to the back of his mind. "That I'm sure of" he didn't really realize how much he took things for granted until the world ended, like how much he enjoyed a good book every now and then, watching the occasional funny video on youtube...the playboy channel. He shook his head laughing a bit under his breathe, the sun was starting to set a bit more as they continued to travel until it was but a light orange glow over the horizon. In the distance, he finally saw the shack, and from what it looked like, it was still intact.


With that he'd move his arm a bit, keeping the girl behind him now as he unsheathed his new kukri and took hold of the flashlight, clicking it onwards as they approached the shack, attempting to make the crunch of his steps on the dirt a little less loud, and crouching down slightly. From what he could tell, nobody had been their since the last time he'd spent the night, two empty whiskey bottles outside the door pretty much confirmed that, never the less, he remained cautious as hand reached for the door, twisting the door handle and slowly pushing the door inwards, shining the flashlight over the interior. It was surprisingly clean, then again, that usually happened when you were alone at night, drunk and had nothing to do.


Doing one last sweep of the place with the flashlight before stepping inwards, giving the "coast in clear" wave to Lillith as he sheathed the kukri once more and simply began to walk around, eventually finding a group of candles and more importantly, an old lantern, placing the flashlight down for a few moments, pulling out an old lighter, flicking it a few times before the flame came to life and he lit the candles one by one, evenly he began to place them around the shack so it was atleast semi well lit, and afterwords lighting the lantern and placing it directly in the center on the floor. The shack was a single room with the old generator still in the corner, a bath tub, a small burner in the corner with a hot plate and finally, a bed right in the corner, still neatly made from the last time he rested there.


"Home sweet home"

"There's a shack a long distance away, but it's in the direction they want me to take you to...with any luck it'll still be there, your friends with the dogs won't be able to track us to it, and we can make it to the site by nightfall tomorrow. He felt kind of bad for the girl, he knew the feeling of wanting to call out to someone, but not being able to, it made him hold her closer to him that much more. The girl reminded him of an innocence long forgotten, the fact that everyone wasn't a complete asshole to people who served, a strong beautiful girl that could hold her own in this god forsaken new world, it was attractive in it's own way, suddenly glad that he had decided to take the job.



"...What are their names?" of course, referring to the dogs as he glanced towards her, it would be a bit of the walk and he was rather tired of silence and the company of only the wind and his own thoughts to keep him company. There was another question that was lingering in the back of his mind, but he didn't want her to get mad at him for being too nosy, he heard her the night before and what she was muttering in her sleep, it took him awhile to finally piece together what she was saying and it clicked in his head that it was a name. For a while he'd keep up the small talk every so often, at times letting her go so they could pass by a few obstacles and walk on their own for awhile or to rest, and then wrap his arm back around her.


The farther way from Dust and the group with the dogs he got, the more comfortable he became, though the heat of the day was beginning to wear on him, and the emptiness of the wastes was a rather "pissed off" inducing sight. Nobody else around, no towns, the occasional rattlesnake or two, it was a hellhole. "I wonder what Air Conditioning feels like...it's been so long I forgot"

Onnen gave a small smile as Cassie joined them, wrapping an arm around her somewhat and pulling her a bit to him so she could at least be a little less "lonely" just sitting there writing while everyone else ate and discussed matters. Truly he just wanted her close to him, it'd be a long time since he actually TRUSTED someone, and he was still "cuddly" from the night before, that much was obvious. For now he'd keep himself "docile", giving a small little nuzzle into cassie and occasionally glancing over to read whatever she was writing before thanking Sarah for breakfast and starting to chow down.


When he heard his name he simply glanced upwards with a little hand wave before returning to his plate. When he heard Sarah explain what had happened, he wanted to stop her and say Wait a minute, you left out the part where the vampire attacked you and Cassie killed him and then I killed the other one but that would wait for later, he still had to get used to "Human" reasoning and the reasons they lied sometimes, after all it didn't seem like she wanted Lillith to know too much and worry her about just how violent some of sarah's house guests were.


Occasionally he'd glance down over his tattoo'd arms, tracing those silver eyes of his over them slowly, memorizing each detail, the meaning behind each, hell, even remembering when he'd gotten them and where, and then resting on that large red moon that was on his wrist. "Don't mean to be the mood killer...but I think it's about time we discussed what we're going to do about this little "situation" of ours." He glanced around the room, it wasn't like all of them could just stay there in her apartment all the time, 3 hungry vampires living under one roof with 3 humans? Hell that was a soap opera drama just waiting to happen.


"Suns setting so it's about time we got started, yes?"

When she went about talking to one of the children he raised a brow, simply crossing his arms over his chest and watching for a few moments as the kids played around, giving a small chuckle as the girl "guarded" Lilliths little dressing room. Every now and then a few of the kids running around him trying to play "cops and robbers", though he didn't much participate he did give a few smiles and help one or two of them find out where their friends were hiding in "hide and seek". Personally he was dreading one of the children asking "Did you ever shoot someone mister?" kind of like how school children did whenever he was tasked with doing a school visit. It was a question he'd never be able to handle.


As soon as Lillith came out, his jaw wanted to come clean off. Lost for words at how she looked, and her new outfit revealing a bit more of those once hidden curves of hers. He coughed slightly, trying to play it off like he had gotten dust or something in his face but as soon as she pressed herself against him he thought he had died and went to heaven, maybe one of the guards noticed him and shot him and this wasn't really happening. As soon as he wrapped his arm back around her and felt the warmth of her body against his once more he was assured he was, in fact, still alive, biting his tongue for a moment before shaking off the moment. He was trained to do so, never be distracted from the main objective....that was just an excuse to keep him from wanting to explore her body a bit more personally later on.


As soon as he regained himself and she was ready he began to walk away, casting glances towards the men who looked over at the girl, making sure that his tattoo was somewhat visible with his arm wrapped around her. If that didn't work the occasional shine from the revolver on his hip would probably do the trick as well. "I'll take it you still want to go ahead with your plan?" glancing towards the girl as they got close to the exit of the town, secretly praying under his breathe nobody stopped them and no guards were there. Now that he'd spent time with the girl, he was a little bit hesitant to actually go through with delivering her, mainly because there was no guarantee they'd just "lock her up".


When they were finally at the exit he squinted his eyes a bit and looked towards the highway he came from, in the distance, a group of people could be seen...with about 3 dogs. He'd have to wait for the girls answer as he simply nodded his head over to the side to show the direction they should start walking towards, all the while...he still had her wrapped around his arm. The hike would be long, but thankfully there were more areas with abandoned cars along the way, and if he was lucky, there was an old shack he had run across once before, from the looks of it it had been long abandoned by it's previous owners, but it was a great place to hunker down for the night, it still had running water and an old generator inside. If they had to stop for the night, that'd be their best bet.

Every so often he'd glance around, making sure nobody in uniform was following them, but it seemed like there was no reason, everyone seemed to think they were just a passing couple, every now and then an old wife and husband seeing the two and the wife making a joke about "young love". However it didn't seem like she minded at all having his arm around her, which surprised him slightly, but at the same time, he was glad she didn't take offense. As she spoke he raised a brow and looked around "Got a point...only problem is, where are you supposed to change?" He didn't know the Town well enough to really know where the "changing rooms" were.


For now he kept walking, loosening his grip somewhat to allow her to search as well. "...Could always just carry you to make sure you don't trip" he muttered under his breathe, not sure if she heard it or not but chuckling somewhat and shaking his head. It was amazing what a few hours of actually being nice could do to him, he went from being a complete son of a bitch to a "nice guy". He wouldn't complain though, just enjoying the "peace" while it lasted. "Any bright ideas?"

Dallas glanced over to the girl as she finished her selection, sure it wasn't a very nice selection but as far as he knew, they were about 200 miles away from the nearest "mall" that had been reclaimed by people that had turned it into another Town called "Northstar"....which was basically a town within a mall. He would of been thankful that for the moment he didn't see what the girl had picked out or he'd probably be drooling like a teenager who just saw the lead cheerleader in high school pass by. Once more he turned his attention back to the guns and picked up a few revolver rounds, looking them over and whistling his approval before nodding to the old man, also taking a kukri with a black finish on the blade before placing them both on the counter "officially" with the rest of the supplies and the clothing.


"Un desierto Rose como usted, mi señora, un descuento" giving a smile and nod to the girl before attempting to speak a bit of english, telling her kindly "For a desert rose like yourself, my lady, a discount". It worked well for Dallas, placing a good amount of payment for the man and reaching out to shake his hand. It was hard to find men like the old man in the wastes now, one of the few "good" souls left and remaining that no matter how hard or broken down you were, he'd be there to put a smile on your face. With that the old man taking the payment and sliding the shelf back to hide the table of weapons. Dallas loaded up the supplies in their appropriate packs and sheathed the knife under his boot before walking out the door. "Buena suerte en sus numerosos viajes" the old man shouted out and waved.



"Well then...you ready to go?" Dallas glanced up to the sky, the sun rose showing high noon, the time spent in the town could of given her gang a chance to catch up to them, but at least they were re-supplied now and he had a brand new toy....he also wanted to get out before his luck ran out and one of the guards noticed him, or worse, the mayor himself. Without much thinking he'd wrap and arm around the girl, pulling her a bit close to him, hand on her shoulder as he began to walk again. If the whole "kissing" thing worked....maybe making the two look like a couple would work as a good ruse as well...or maybe he just waned an excuse to be close to her, who knew?

"Nah that sounds like a better idea then anything I can come up with". It sure as hell beat sneaking around or shooting his way out like he always did. With that glancing over his shoulder again to the men in uniform and finishing off his meal, neatly placing the silverware on the plate before standing, giving a nod to the waitress and making his way towards the "main street" of the town. "There's a supply shop at the center of town, load up and get you a change of clothes" If he was lucky, gun running in the town wasn't illegal anymore and he could get ammunition and weapons without having to use "under the table" methods.


He made his way through the crowds, making sure the girl stayed close to him so she didn't get dragged off by the hustle and bustle of busy people and scum that preyed on the crowds looking for innocent girls like herself to steal away. Occasionally a beggar would come running up to the two, screaming something about how God was going to save them all in a giant flash of fire or something and shaking an empty rusted tin can around. Children ran playing in the streets and street vendors would advertise their wares. When they finally made it to the supply store he opened the door for the girl, letting her step in first before glancing around.


The place really was a shithole, a light fixture still hanging off the ceiling and a radio was on the counter playing nothing but static. But none the less on several broken and dirty shelves stood various supplies such as food, water, spare parts, junk and little pieces of "memorabilia" from before the world ended, like a magazine that said "ANGELINA JOLIE, DRUNKEN RAMPAGE" on it. He smirked somewhat shaking his head before pointing over to the corner of the store with what looked like two old clothing racks, one with a sign that said "Men" and one that said "Women". "Should be able to find something there" With that making his way over to the shelves and lazily beginning to pick out the things he needed...making sure he took just a bit more since he wasn't traveling alone anymore before glancing over to the old man at the counter, flashing the "USMC" tattoo at the man and watching a big smile appear on his face.



"Es tu día de suerte, hijo" was all the old man said before letting out a hearty chuckle and beckoning Dallas over, he waited for Lillith to finish her business first before making his way over to the counter as the old man pushed a large shelf over to reveal a small table, covered with various guns, ammunition casings, and knives. "Lo llevaré esto no es exactamente legal" Afterwords Dallas grinning from ear to ear as the old man simply shook his head with the same smile and hearty chuckle.