Jim unloads the shotgun into the dinosaur's face, ripping off the top of his head and upper jaw. He reloads, his hands still shaking.

"This $^*^ is terrifying! What the hell?"

The third dinosaur, taking the better part of valor, heads back the way it came.

"Oh no you don't!"

Redneck opens fire, stuttering the dinosaur with bullets and dropping it twitching to the floor.

"This is awesome!"

With the robot nowhere to be seen, Adam quickly jumps into the drivers seat of the truck and starts her up. The engine revving, Adam jumps out of the drivers seat and crawls into the back of the truck before Redneck can come and kick him out of his spot.

Dinosaurs dead, Redneck goes back to shopping. He replaces his replacement backpack, considers a helmet and some new boots and discards both, and eventually saunters (or possibly moseys, its hard to tell with the backpack and all of the $^*^ hanging off his belt) back to the truck.

"Everyone ready to go?"

Annalisa hops into the back of the truck, a cavalry sabre now joining her combat knife. "Figured I needed a bigger knife."

Michael also gets in the truck.
"Yes, I am ready. I am glad nobody was seriously injured, but we should be more careful next time. We do not know what we will run into next."

A you the party continues to drive, they come upon the bridge over the Boardman River. Up ahead, they can see a roadblock created by the police.

"Oh hell, it's the fuzz," Redneck deadpans.

The truck rolls up to the roadblock and Redneck leans out to spit a stream of brown tobacco juice onto the pavement. He is heavily and visibly armed, as is his passenger. Four other less visibly armed young people sit in the back among construction equipment, chainsaws, the shark cage, and enough empty Coors Light cans to drown a bear.

An officer strides up to the truck.

"All refugees must proceed to the YMCA," says the man. Two others move the barbedwire blockade aside. One can see the YMCA parking lot and another roadblock past it. One can also see the considerable amount of blood on the patrol car's windows.

"We're not refugees. We're ass-kicking machines sent from the future to save the past from a bit of the future slightly less futuristic than the bit we came from. We kill robots, dinosaurs, and robot dinosaurs. I'm literally itching to run down some zombies if (with some luck) there are any around. I'm not afeared of vampires, and I've drank enough Coors Light that I could kill a werewolf just by pissin on it."

Redneck grins, spits again, and guns the engine. The truck heads through the barricade, and then turns off away from the Y and towards wherever it was that the group was headed. Some hospital or whatever.

Annalisa waves to the cops with her sabre (which has a beer can impaled on it) as they drive by.

The team wil notice now that the cops are chasing the car. Not in their own car, mind you, they're running. Inhumanly fast. The vamps chase you to the other roadblock that was just ahead.

The car jumps the barbwire.

Inventory: A buncha s*** from a pawn shop, four vampires on yer ass.

"Oh, hell. It wasn't the fuzz; it's Vampire Cops," Redneck deadpans a second time.

"And I just told them how I wasn't afeared of them, too. They shoulda listened. Watch yourself, Jimbo."

Redneck reaches over into the glove compartment and pulls out a fairly absurd revolver. He opens it, checks that it is loaded and snaps it shut, while still driving hell-for-leather past the YMCA, Vampires chasing behind. He frowns, thinking, and then smiles.

"Hang on back thar!"

Redneck slams the truck into a skid, reversing directions (as instructed in the Complete Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook "Man Skills" Edition on page 99 "how to preform a fast 180-degree turn with your car") and throwing everyone in the back against one side of the bed.

The truck slams back into forward gear and Redneck floors it once more, leaning out the window with the revolver in his left hand, braced by the side-view mirror.

"Hey Vlad! Didn't you pay attention when I said we were professional ass-kickers? And that I'm not afeared?"

Redneck fires, not at the vampire, but past it, as his truck plows directly into one of the undead police officers. The bullet will hopefully take a low enough branch off of the tree that the vehicle is aimed for that the stump will go through vampire heart.

If this works perfectly, that's one more item off the old bucket list.

Annalisa holds on and screams - though out of excitement or fear is unclear.

Michael gets ready to act. If the truck stops, he will jump off and engage the vampires. Otherwise he will attempt to keep them off the truck.