Vampires, something everyone on Gunsmoke feared. From the smallest child to the oldest senior, vampires were no mere myth on these dessert lands. Horrible stories and rumors of how to keep them away and to keep safe from them, all of it.

Everyone was weary of new comers in a town, never sure if it was one of them deciding to feast on them. Though most who did travel were vampire hunters, or the few survivors of the July incident trying to find a new city.

After the destruction of July city the rise in vampires hunters rose to find the sixty billion double dollar bounty on the vampire known as Vash the Stampede. Everywhere you went pictures of his slack jawed grin littered the area for him dead or alive.

You were not a hunter, bit that didn't stop you from coming face to face with the creature himself. He had his hand covering your mouth to keep you from screaming. "Please, I won't hurt you." He whispered, his chest heaving as blood dribbles down his arm. "I just need a place to stay for the night." Vash swallows hard hoping you'd help him out.