Splinters tapped his revolver idly, looking at the stranger that just walked in. Bill Furrows. He stared for a few moments. A minute. "...Silver bullets for the werewolves. Regular bullets work fine on zombies, just aim for the brain. I've barely fought any vampires, so I don't know about them. Burn witches." He paused. "Name's Alex Splinters. I'm the Sheriff of Paradise. Some messed up shit has been happening in this town and I intend to solve it."

He glanced at Eliza. "Even if we have to recruit some...Unruly individuals." He leaned on one of the pews. "If you're still skeptical, mister Furrows...We'll see when a hungry, hungry vampire comes for you. Keep an eye out."

He then looked at the old man Cyrus. "Question, where did you find the little shit, Preacher?" He gestured at the deceased vampire corpse.