InsaneJournal

After being abandoned by not one, but two women in the span of five minutes, King was feeling rather unloved. Nevermind the fact that he had no idea where he was, or what was going on, or why he was here, or where here was... The most important thing was that he had no guns. He had no stakes. He had no bullets, no knives, and no weapons of any kind. All he had were the clothes (and the target) on his back. Oh yeah, and that stupid box full of crap, minus the tube socks he'd given to.. what was her name? Kimberly. Yeah. Kimberly.. he'd known a blonde Kimberly once.. she'd been trouble, that one. She'd bitten a large wound into his shoulder. He'd loved every moment of it.

A smirk found his face at the memory, even as he stepped out of the forest and into the town. It took him a while to walk along the road, looking around, catching his reflection a few times in the dirty windows of shops. It was a ghost town. Where had everyone gone? For all he knew, those two girls he'd met were ghosts themselves.. but it didn't seem very likely.

"Hello?" He called out, cupping a gloved hand against his mouth as he did. There had to be someone here.. and he certainly wasn't worried about it being a town of vampires. Maybe he'd been knocked unconscious or something..? Really, it didn't matter how he'd gotten here, it just mattered where here was, and how he was going to get out.  "Anybody home?" He shouted out again.