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(Actually, the fact that his identity is not revealed is part of his character. Like I said- He's a time traveler and a mysterious man.)

(Okey-doke)

"Magic? Me? No. Not really. The little Ms.' Cell phone reception is my doing, however. I guess you could call it magic if you really wanted to." He pulled over at a gas station. "And here's where we stop."

Nick glanced out the window at the place. "Here? Okay..." He got out to take a look around, a hand on his katana hilt.

She seemed confused. "A gas station?" She raised an eyebrow. "Why a gas statio-" A loud groan pierced the air. "Great!"

"SHHH. Don't shoot him. We don't want to risk attracting attention to ourselves. Kid," The man looked towards Nicky. "You take this one."

"Got it." Nick unsheathed Reaper, padding forward silently like a cat. Once the zombie came into view, he clicked his tongue softly to get its attention. As soon as it turned in his direction, his sword was a deadly blur, neatly cutting off its head. He stopped it from rolling too far with his foot, then stabbed it in the forehead.
"Done," he said simply, walking back to everyone else, flicking his katana to get some of the blood and brains off.

"Nice." She heard a groan behind her and twirled around, but it was too late. A zombie was on top of her, she pulled out a bat and started beating the zombie in the head. "Get off of me you demon from hell!" She kicked it off and then unsheathed a dagger spun it into the face of the zombie making it fall backwards.

"JESUS!" Nick ran to her aid, slicing its head off with one quick whack. "Holy crap, are you okay?!" He whirled around to make sure there were no others coming, slapping himself mentally for yelling.

"GAAAH!" A large gash had opened up around her, erm chest. "It hurts!" She started screaming. Attracting more and more zombies by the sound.

Nick cussed under his breath. "Are you bit? Did it bite you?!"

She started bawling barely audible. "I don't know! I have no idea!" She screamed once more. "GOD! My chest hurts! GOD!"

He considered whacking her over the head to knock her out and thus end the pain and the noise, but that would be too risky, and he didn't feel up to it.
"Hold still and I'll try to fix it- and please, stop screaming. Bite something if you have to."

She spat up blood. She screamed multiple times out of pain, now multiple zombies were gathering around. None attacking, just, watching.

This was just getting creepy. He spun in a slow circle, keeping an eye on all the different zombies and wondering why they weren't attacking.
He stood corrected: this day could get weirder after all.

She ripped her own shirt off almost ripping off her bra, but being careful enough not to. "Just patch me up PLEASE!"

"Fine, just settle down, geez," he replied, startled at her behavior. He pulled some gauze out and started trying to stop the bleeding.

She turned her head. "Z-zombi-" She pointed at the zombies. "What is happening?"

"Don't ask me, princess," he replied, listening for any attacks that may come.

"Just patch up my chest!" She reached for her gun.