"Yeah I could go for a swig of that," Duke said, glancing at Dimitri before swinging a sudden left out of the graveyard and onto the street. "Steady my nerves."
The Paladin, across the city, pulled its chained out from God-only-knows. It let out a loud laugh, before flinging at its next target, a poor undead girl. The chain, almost magically wrapped itself around her leg. With a swift tug, it pulled her towards its legs, and let out another laugh. Placing a four fingered hand on her head, and mumbled something as the poor girl instantly disintigrated into a pile of ash.
He walked into the city, walking into a clothing store, he looked at the mens clothing, finding a pair of black jeans and a white shirt. he slowly put them on, fitting on some shoes and socks, he walked out with a tiresome expression, unaware of the rest of the dead. He began to head for his apartment.
...Though, having lost his memory like the others, that would be quite difficult. Dimitri clenched his jacket tightly, thinking of a plan for his new gun. He honestly didn't want to hurt these people, but he needed to figure out what was going on, and the limo they were all in was his ticket to figuring that out. Well, he thought it was, anyways.
"I think we are close." Andrew said after a while. He looked closely and saw the place he woke up. "Is over there." He said pointing to a shop that was not so far from there to the one driving.
"Yeah? Okay." Duke spun the wheel and drifted the limo into a perfect parallel park outside the shop.
