The teen boys enter the main doors of the mansion for an inspection.

Observing bovine milling about Josh tilts a head, "holy cows, so many cows they took over the house. Sorry for getting short with you Chad, been searching forever."

Chad shrugs opening nearby drawers, "I was starting to think I had the completely wrong area remembered. Maybe score some liquor and drugs in a place like this, you think?"

Nodding the head Josh was thinking that, "be nice wouldn't it. See if there's any food and weapons around." They make their way into the kitchen.

Quietly opening the door from the garage Vald peers down the hall, able to see the youths, he turns back whispering, "two zombies in the kitchen."

Already nervous she's now confounded, "zombies? Why do you say that?"

"You know, the ones born with the disease look like zombies from the old movies. Sunken black eyes, skin over bone. And walking all stiff like."

"Oh yeah." Having felt bad for those born with the infection she'd never pictured them Vladimir's way.

"Wait here," Vlad shares a plan, "I'll kill the two in the house. That'll cause their buddy to hopefully come over and investigate. I'll get him. Watch me from the door in case I need help."

"Okay." She nods with a smile trying to stay clam realizing this is about to get serious in a different way.

"Okay." Vladimir sees concern in her eyes and leans in kissing her forehead.

Donning a long green raincoat and rubber boots Vlad eases into the house hall using a cow as cover. In matching pink raincoat and boots Fil steps to the doorway to oversee him.

Watching the boys in the kitchen open cupboards, Vlad squats to ease under the front of a cow.

With little in the cupboards and fridge of interest Josh sighs, "looks like this place has been raided."

"Score!" Chad calls out checking the pantry, "there's like dozens of bottles of wine."

Envious Chad found it Josh curiously walks over, "yeah what kind of wine?" Not caring for wine Josh leans into the pantry, "nice. Should get us some favors with the boss man."

Not the best reader Chad looks at a few bottles on a tall wine rack, "this one says merlo."

"Hands off the merlo boys." Standing in the kitchen Vladimir announces his presence with shogun aimed at Josh.

Unable to see who's out there Chad's eyes get big and worried.

Turning to the voice Josh snickers seeing Vlad in the raincoat with no other clothes on, "whatcha going to do fag boy? Shoot us for touching your wine?" He eases a hand towards a belted handgun.

BLAM! Vlad blasts the shotgun round at Josh's chest, "yeah." Cows in the immediate are blot for the backyard. The few in the living-room jolt back into the furthest corner. One extremely startled cow remains in the hallway altering position.

The small ball bearings of the round scatter tearing into Josh's upper body and remove the flesh around his jaw. Faltering backwards from the blast to the chest Josh's body collapses in the pantry beside Chad. Blood from Josh's body splatters while the body succumbs to death.

Horrified Chad can only stare, "Josh?"

Outside young Roy heard the single shot urging him to check it out.

Unready for such a noisy and quick end Filomena and cow tremble.

Clearing and refilling the shotgun chamber Vladimir steps in front of the doorway of the pantry pointing the gun, "get out of there, kid."

Vladimir backs up keeping watch.

"Please sir, don't kill me." Shakily Chad attempts to step over Josh, "we were just told to bring back the cows. There's a bunch of us going hungry. You don't have to kill me over it."

Through ringing ears Fil hears the plea drawing her from the garage into the hall staying behind the remaining cow.

On the front property Roy is nearing the main doors.

Once the wine rack out of danger Vlad shoots. BLAM! "I do."

Shot similarly to Josh, Chad is dropped. Landing in a bloody heap beside his buddy.

Jumping back the remaining cow nearly knocks Filomena aside. Bewildered in the moment Filomena gasps seeing Vlad as a stone cold killer. She'd dealt with some cold-hearted people but only in the movies had she witnessed something like that.

Hearing the second blast Roy rushes in drawing an over polished chrome, forty-five, hand-gun from a shoulder holster, "Josh! Chad! That you?"

Momentarily forgetting about the third boy Filomena takes a second to redirect thoughts back to the plan.

Ears ringing from the first blast, Vlad is temporally deafened by the second indoor blast and doesn't hear Roy.

Roy slides into the kitchen spotting Vladimir and hastily fires at him. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Caught unaware Vladimir cringes and tightens up hoping not to get hit.

As Roy gets off the fourth unsuccessful shot Filomena aims in their direction and fires a few random shots BANG! BANG! BANG! Blinking each time from the muzzle flash, "look out Vlad!"

"Hey!" Vladimir glimpses both muzzle flashes.

"Mother fuckers!" Roy yelps taking one of Fil's bullets to the leg. Figuring only he's in trouble Roy scurries back for the front door firing a few shots back at Filomena. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Watching him turn the gun towards her Fil ducks behind the cow.

All three shots hit the cow sending it stampeding for the back patio doors; Racing for her final resting place, the woodlot at the back.

Pursuing Roy, Vladimir slides the pump readying another shell as he rounds the kitchen corner.

Quickly sighting up Roy going out the front door Vlad fires. BLAM! The bearings shatter the glass door and its' side window along with Roy's right leg bone taking him down on the front step.

In agony Roy turns over blankly firing the remaining bullets into the house breaking other windows. BANG! BANG! BANG!

Advancing almost mechanically Vladimir pumps the shotgun slide readying his penultimate shell.

Roy scrambles to get upright or at least moving towards the truck, "my dad's Big Roy Hoss! The boss of this area! If you kill me he'll hunt your ass down."

"Is that so?" Vladimir takes a moment to aim truer, "where is he now?"

Roy gets upright pointing northwest, "the clan is only a dozen miles that way they probably heard the shotgun blasts and are on their way now."

"Doubtful," Vladimir pulls the trigger. BLAM!

Young Roy is blasted out of his misery. With that the transport engine can be heard roaring.

Vladimir looks at the truck but is unable to see a forth youth attempting to get the rig moving, grinding gears into place.

As the truck starts to move Vladimir knows it must be stopped and races for the road.

Noticeably quivering Filomena reaches the front room glimpsing Vladimir running away.

Poking her head outside sees Vladimir racing after the slow moving truck.

Concerned with being left alone with dead bodies Filomena quickens her pace to follow.

Clunking into gear the vehicle accelerates, fortunately for Vladimir it's uphill.

Moving to intercept Vladimir leaps onto the road parallel with the cab almost able to see the driver. The noisy truck beginning to move faster Vlad musters the will to keep up but the legs can't.

Desperate to stop the truck and soon to be out of reach Vladimir jumps at the transport trailer. Managing to hook his hand into one of the many oval holes of the trailer's side.

Dangling for a moment Vladimir tosses the shotgun to scale the trailer.

Finally reaching the roadway Filomena witnesses Vlad climbing the side of the retreating truck. Knowing they can't be caught on foot Filomena turns back to the garage.

Reaching the trailer's top Vlad climbs on. What are you going to do now? Knock on the window, ask them to pull over?

Focused on getting out of there the driver of the truck doesn't realize Vlad is on the roof of the trailer.

In the garage Fil frantically scans about for the previously mentioned box of keys. Directly to her side a small key cupboard and a bank of three, garage door buttons. She opens the door to see many hanging tagged keys.

Sighing at first she quickly spots the FOB marked land rover.

Yanking the key out of the box she hits the garage door buttons to open the doors. With no power none open causing her to sigh again.

Manually opening the garage door she rushes for the Rover door.

Frustrating herself opens the passenger door realizing the steering wheel is on the other side.

In the correct seat she crosses her fingers pressing and holding the button that starts the SUV. With some whining from a near dead battery the Rover starts.

Pumping fist in encouragement Filomena gets the Rover rolling in pursuit.

Crawling to the front of the trailer Vladimir hops down between trailer and tractor cab sleeper.

Glancing along the truck's passenger side Vlad hopes the door is unlocked. Noticing the access door to the sleeper compartment is closer Vlad reaches out for the recessed handle and pulls.

Unlocked Vlad opens the sleeper access door.

Hopping up and over Valdimir grasps the opening and pulls him self inside.

The driver hearing the door open gets alarmed, "hey! Who's there?" The skinny tween male turns about in the seat to see Vladimir climbing onto the sleeper bed, "hey get out of here!"

Jostled around Vladimir takes a second to orientate and right himself, "pull this rig over."

"Fuck you!" The kid yells back, "I'm taking us back to the clan. They'll tear you're hide off if you don't get yourself out of here." The kid reaches under the seat for a stowed revolver.

Impressed a young kid is driving the truck Vlad straightens up, "pull over and I will."

"You can jump." Finding the gun the kid pulls it out to threaten.

Seeing the gun Vlad jumps from the bunk grabbing the steering wheel, "this will work too," turning it hard and fast to the right.

The truck cab turns sharply for the side ditch as the still forward moving trailer pushes it along. Kicking up dirt and gravel the truck digs deep into the shallow ditch. The trailer's momentum causes the whole rig to turn crashing onto driver's side, facing the way they came. Noisily the rig and trailer skid on its' side in a cloud of dirt and dust before stopping.

On top of the young driver Vladimir shakes his head straightening up from the crash.

Looking about Vladimir sees the driver is unconscious. Reaching over Vlad turns off the truck. Oh that was a bad idea. Aches are sensed all over the body including head, he's certain a few ribs are cracked.

Pushing off the boy Vladimir spots the gun resting on the side edge of the windscreen.

Picking up the revolver Vladimir inspects the cylinder seeing it's loaded.

Closing the cylinder Vlad takes a second look at the boy before ending his short sick life with a bullet to the head. BANG!

Pocketing the gun Vlad steps up off the driver's seat to climb out the open sleeper access door.

Standing on the side of the truck's cab Vlad gets dizzy to a point of almost fainting.

Sitting on the side of the truck in the fresh air Vlad takes a moment to just breath, "that was enough excitement - for the decade."

The sound of a rapidly approaching vehicle alerts him to look about. Ahead a dusty trail can be seen he figures it must be the clan coming to see what that crash was.

Not wanting to be seen out in the open Vladimir climbs down the back of the truck to the ground.

To worn to run he hides between cab and trailer to take out whoever shows up.