"You should get some rest. I need to go help Victor..."

Puck yelled back at the emptyness, "You traitors! You're all just a bunch of (insert swear words)! I'll be glad if I never see your donkey faces ever again!"

" Alright well, be safe okay? I already lost a friend today.. I don't.. need to lose the one I love next.. " Rose fell asleep after that.

Victor thought he had heard yelling but simply ignored it. It must of been the wind or a zombie.

Maveric couldn't help but smile as he headed outside to help Victor.

Puck swore repeatedly, making his way towards the person. Well, people now. There were two of them. He kicked anything that was in his way. His usually perpetual smirk was now gone, turned into a sneer

Victor saw Maveric and bluntly asked, " What was her birthday? " He didn't take his eyes off of the stone, with Lani's name on it and the way she had died. " Also, her middle and last name. "

"Her full name was Lani Belle Morgan." (That last name though...yikes. If you're a Morgan no offense) "And her birthday was November fourth. I can't remember what year."

"Hey!" Puck yelled as he approached the two. "I'm jointing your guys little clan or whatever you've got going on here and there isn't anything you can do to stop me. In fact, I might actually rather die. Maybe." Puck was tall and skinny; lanky. His limbs were long, and he could be described as handsome.

( My last name is so Italian that doesn't come close xd no offence taken )

Victor nodded, adding the information to the tombstone. When he heard the voice he stood, pulling out his gun. " Says who your joining? " Victor said with a growl-like tone to his already deepened toned voice. " I can stop you easily. I don't want to trust a stranger. "

(That's all good. I just looked up my last name and it's part Scottish, English and Jewish...even though I'm half Indian.)

Pucks smirk came right back to his face. "Feisty already. And I say I'm joining. And you could shoot me, but you would lose an alli from a different gang. Safety in numbers, right? And besides," he said, pulling his little makeshift backpack off his back and pulled out lots of ammo for a wide range of guns. "I have something you might want." He had stolen it all from his gang

" I am not trusting anyone so cocky from the start, pal. All I can think if you aren't of good intentions coming here. If you have a gang, why not stay with them? Also, if I wanted that I would just shoot you. If your gang didn't come here to meet us, they must of left you. " Victor was being oddly aggressive after the recent death, but you could still see the kindness in his eyes.

"Don't you dare bring up my old gang. They did leave me after I told them I was coming over here to see if you were a zombie or not. Those damned traitors aren't worthy of being called my gang." Pucks sneer came back but quickly disappeared, replaced by the smirk again. "And if you think I'm cocky you haven't seen anything yet. And since I don't have a gun," he said, handing his backpack full of bullets to Victor. "They're yours, my friend."

Victor sighed, " Fine, go inside. And do not talk to the guy on his knees outside the building- he is being punished and isn't allowed human interact until he learns to behave himself "