Vincent made the tattered shirt useful and wrapped bits around his arm, and the other on his leg. He didn't have enough bandages to cover the wound in his stomach, so he just left it be. "Well. This is exciting." He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "Too exciting... I think a nap would be... refreshing." He yawned and listened to the chorus of attacks outside. As long as they stayed inside, they'd have time to catch their breath. 

Hopefully. 

Rebel was not prepared for the attack he received, and he could only fall to his hands and knees when Webster saved him. His black blood spilled and he coughed, running his neck. Thankfully his demonic nature allowed him to heal to the extent that he wouldn't die (nothing like Webster's healing), but the attack was still painful. He winced lightly when he was told to make himself useful somewhere else, but slowly got up and nodded. 

"I will." Was all he said as he stalked off to kill the other two. It took a few moments to get the undead smell out of his scent. It made him wander the small town- but it wasn't long before he caught a trail of blood. "Ah, you can't hide for long." He quickly began to follow the faint trail.

Vincent was still leaning against the door when he frowned. "I have a bad feeling. One of those impending doom feelings... I may just be paranoid, but, I don't like the feeling." He moved away from the door, and glanced at the one small window. If they needed to escape, he was sure Kiara could fit through it, but him not so much. Moving from the door, he sat on the bed and then laid back much like when they had first found Mary. 

Though, this time, he wasn't falling asleep. Not any time soon at least. "What do you plan on doing if we make it out of this mess?" It was a random question, but it eased him, a little.