As the wagon was set on its path again, all eyes turned to Maquis–the vampire who'd saved the group from the bandits. Her fist still soaked red, she sat beside Custer and tried to get the worst of the bloodstains out of her gloves. Many questions were floating about her origin, but first, the group had to get away from the capital, as its paths were still riddled with opportunistic smugglers.
To deter them from attacking, the vampire herself had hung the corpses of the last lot by the fringes of the wagon. Their heads dangled along, dripping blood, with a message written with the same on the side of the enclosed cloth dome of their vehicle. Biting though served from the body, the zombie heads kept onlookers away, far-far away from even thinking of approaching the passengers.
The cackling and biting did disturb those inside and travelling, but for now, it was best to deal with a pair of zombies than the influx of looters trying to stop everything and everyone.
