The Universe's Mixer

During the infestation Vandal spent most of his days on the parapets of his castle looking to the front gate for any more refugees, or for the return of the impetuous Dean. The boy was likely dead, but he had borrowed a crossbow that Vandal rather wanted back, and he wanted to be there should the boy come back to return it.

Today, however, he was in the Great Hall having a feast. With the power out, his generator would only support a few of his refrigeration units, so they had to get rid of some stores of food. He sat at the banquet table sampling a variety of ice creams that would make Baskin jealous, not to mention Robbins.

Things seemed back to somewhat normal. The City was still a mess and now and again, someone who wasn't cured would appear. Dean had taken time out to get supplies. They were already low in them and well, being some places were already broken into, police were more worried about the walking dead still around, Dean took the opportunity 'collect' some.

And the snow flakes were nice.

He was looking through a store, seeing if he needed anything when he heard a noise. He looked up, ready to draw his gun.