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"Birth control, Ho Chi Minh, Richard Nixon back again, Moonshot, Woodstock, Watergate, punk rock." Barnaby blamed his parents for his love of Billy Joel songs, as he found himself singing lyrics to whatever song came to his mind at random times; usually without any provocation. After all, he didn't recall Bill Joel writing any songs about walking along the highway, peeking into broken down and abandoned cars while keeping an eye out for flesh eating creatures. Though that may be the next single to come from the talented piano player after this whole mess. "Begin, Reagan, Palestine, Terror on the airline, Ayatollah's in Iran, Russians in Afghanistan" he kept singing to himself as he peeked into another car, scanning for anything that may be useful. His current goal was to find a jacket, as though he could tolerate the cold usually, it'd just be nice to have some form of comfort.

"'Wheel of Fortune', Sally Ride, heavy metal, suicide, foreign debts, homeless vets, AIDS, crack, Bernie Goetz." Just then he heard a growl, turning around from peeking into a window to be greeted with a zombie. He cocked his head to the side as he looked at it, the teenage-boy-turned-zombie staring at him before it came charging straight at him. "Hypodermics on the shore, China's under martial law, Rock and roller cola wars," Just then he quickly stepped to the side, giving the creature a slight push while hooking one of it's legs, causing it to fall forwards and smash it's face onto the roof. "I can't take this anymore!" He sang out as he drew then slammed his knife into the back of it's head, plunging the blade deep into it's skull. Ripping the blade out, he kept to his tune as he wiped the blade off on the creature's shirt. "We didn't start the fire, it was always burning sense the world's been turning." Sheathing his knife he looked off, beginning to sing in a whisper, "We didn't start the fire, but when we are gone, will it still burn on, and on, and on, and on...."

From there he just began to hum the rest of the tune as he continued his walk, heading towards what he hoped was a nearby city. At least it was only one zombie right now, as he really didn't feel like pulling his Winchester off his back or removing Pippy from his hook on Barnaby's belt. He was really in a lazy mood today, and he just wanted to find something to eat; and a cigar wouldn't be a bad find either. Anyone would do, even any flavor at this point. He really didn't have the option of being picky at this point, not since this whole mess had started. He really wasn't sure what was going on and why people were turning into rather ugly looking cannibals, nor did he know why he wasn't turning into one of them. All he knew was that it meant they were all out to kill him and anybody that wasn't like them either. It certainty made for quite the fights though, these nasty critters. Hell it was why he was making his way towards the nearest city or town he could find. He was mostly interested in finding some supplies so he didn't starve or die of thirst, but if he found some creatures he could hunt down he certainly wouldn't frown at the idea. Honestly though, he was rather hoping to find somebody still alive in the next place. He may not be one for company most of the time, but he'd already spent about a month not once running into anyone that wasn't trying to bite his face off and even for him it was starting to wear thin. He sighed as he pulled his goggles down and let them hang around his neck, resting one hand on Pippy's head and placing the other in his pocket as he began to sing the lyrics of "Piano Man".