[b]Near Jamesville; RiverCat territory[/b]

Rex and his men had been moving at a constant pace after leaving Windsor in the morning. His men were tired but knew if they fell behind Rex would put a bullet between their head like he has many times before. Rex seemed to never be tired always walking with his trench coat and sunglasses and his hair was a long,clean, and white. He was a sore thumb out in the wasteland but had never been meet his match out in it. A few Rivercats were at a roadblock up ahead but the group payed no attention as the neared. 

"Hey! Stop this is Cat territory turn around or pay the fee!" A solider said stepping in front of the makeshift roadblock. Rex signaled his men to stop just before the man. "Stand down zombie. Do you not see what we are packing behind us." 
"I don't give a damn now you motherfucker calling me a fu-" Just then Rex pulled out his Revolver and blew the mans head off. 

The other two Rivercats jumped from behind the roadblock and returned fire. Rex fired two shot in quick succession at one of them blowing his arm and kneecap off. The other one RiverCat fired his .22 rifle at him but missed as Rex ducked and fired a direct shot into his jaw. In just a few seconds silence fell over the coastal plain and the sound of Devil flys in the distance returned. "Lame...made me waste four bullets on them. Take whatever you want as we walk by but remember no stoping until we get to the river." He said wiping off a blood drop on his shiny revolver. 

The group was making record time and could get to the vault in just another day....