Speed Metal [Ezekiel]

[Isaac Reynolds]

VROOM! VROOM!

Isaac sped along on his motorcycle in search of Undead. He had defeated two - no problem, but since then the search has been drier than the Sahara.

The contract with his benefactor called for him to seal as many (if not all) of the Undead and he intended to do such that.

He parks in front of the Seven Eleven.

"I could use a quick slush."

[Ezekiel Iris]

Ezekiel was annoyed. He huffed and kept waiting in the line outside the Seven Eleven with several bags of crisps and bottles of pop in his arms. Hidden within the mountain of junk food were some carrots and a head of lettuce.

He sighed as the elderly lady at the front of the queue continued to take forever removing her change. He looked to the side and considered his options ...

... Yeah he might as well do it:

Ezekiel dropped everything in his arms and removed his gun from inside his coat, aiming it at the ceiling and firing. Everyone flinched and started to run around screaming as the ceiling collapsed and purple spines started growing out of the man at the back. The eyes across his body blinked and he moved over towards the freezers perusing what was inside.

There. Now he could take anything he wanted ...

[Isaac Reynolds]

"The hell?!" Isaac hid next to the door before peeking inside, "Some psycho's trying to hold up the Seven Eleven?"

He reached into his leather jacket and pulled out a pair of brass knuckles.

"I ain't no hero, but if there's a need for me to jump into action then i best be prepared."

[Ezekiel Iris]

Ezekiel was perusing the aisles looking for doritos.

[Isaac Reynolds]

"Psst," Isaac gestured to the cashier cowering behind the desk, "While he's distracted, get the hell outta there."

The cashier took one look at Ezekiel and gulped. He shook his head.

"Are you a man or not?" he whispered just loud enough for him to hear and for Ezekiel to not, "Move it."