Lying on the bed, almost asleep, he heard his friend shout for help. Shawn was a little drunk, but still - he got up and ran out the room. He ran down the hall, towards the room the noise was coming from, but he slipped, and the back of his head hit a table - knocking him out for about 10 seconds. Shortly after, he got up - his vision blurry and his memories dazed, though he remembered his friend shouting. He stumbled towards the room, entering it and seeing his friend in the bathroom with a Walker. "Oh shit!" He shouted, as he took out his revolver and aimed it at the Walker's head. "No... I could hit you!" He said, looking at the revolver. He threw it to the side, and instead took out his hatchet.

He grabbed the Walker's face, pointing it in the direction of Shawn. "[b]Argh![/b]" He shouted, as he hit the Walker in the head with is, sinking the sharpness of the hatchet in to the Walker's skull - destroying the brain. "Damn shit - you okay? Bit?"He asked, as he helped Leon get on his feet. Shawn bent over, picking up his revolver and put it in his holster. "Shit man. Had a few close encounters like that my self. Just try and, y'know, keep your wits about you." Shawn said, offering friendly advice. He walked out of the room, and in to the next. Opening the door slightly, he peeked through. Not much in sight, still, he wasn't going to go on assumption. He closed the door, and banged it a few times. 

"One in here!" Shawn shouted to Leon. "I got 'em." He shouted. Shawn opened the door, and jumped to the side as the Walker fell flat on the ground. "Stupid son of a bitch." He said to the Walker, as he dug his hatchet in to it's skull. "Mmm. Smelly son' bitch." He stated, as he entered in the room. Looking around he didn't see much. Some unruffled bed sheets on top of a double bed, a TV that was all dusty, door to the bathroom and an empty kitchen. "Hell won't do much harm to search it." He said, walking in the direction of the rooms kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator - but before he got a chance to look in side he slammed it shut, and coughed a few times. Some really fucked up out of date food and milk made it stink to high heavens. He checked a few counters and drawers. "Fuck. Ain't nothin'." He said, leaving the kitchen and walking in the direction of the bathroom. "No Walkers - but, score! Toothpaste!" He said, grabbing it. It was one of the mini capsules. "Fuck yeah." He stated, as he walked back to their room. 

Shawn took his toothbrush out of his bag, and entered the bathroom. He brushed his teeth for about two or three minutes, and spat out in to the sink. He then took a small sip of water, and he used it to rinse his mouth and spat again. He used a near by towel to clean his toothbrush and walked back out to the room. "There's toothpaste in there in case you need any." Shawn stated, informing Leon of the case. Shawn jumped on to the bed and lay down. He was a bit more sober now - and of course, nothing compared to the feeling of a big ass comfortable bed.