Smash-cut to the boys exiting The Compound, with Dreary El Deano griping, "I don't trust him!" Wah. Wah. Waaaaaaah! Soulless Sammy hmmms something stupid about Dreary El Deano not trusting family, or something like that, and Dreary El Deano responds by insisting that he and Soulless Sammy keep an eye on Undead Zombie Grandpa, because Undead Zombie Grandpa's the only lead they have left with regards to this whole soulless situation. Next!

Pointless montage of various soon-to-be-dead extras prepping vials of Dead Man's Blood for the following morning's hunt until Dreary El Deano and Soulless Sam reenter The Compound, with Soulless Sammy taking a seat at Parker Lewis's axe-grinding table -- no, seriously, Parker Lewis has an axe-grinding table -- while Dreary El Deano sneaks off to invade Undead Zombie Grandpa's private study to search for additional clues, or whatever. Unfortunately, Parker Lewis catches Dreary El Deano snooping around, and the two trade vague threats and a couple of decidedly ugly insults until Parker Lewis threatens to tattle on Dreary El Deano to Undead Zombie Grandpa. Dreary El Deano backs down, and the next thing we know, everyone's...

...leaping into various vans and pickups and Metallicars to motor on over to The Alpha Vamp's lair, where they arrive just as the sun's rising over the distant farmlands. Undead Zombie Grandpa divvies up the various responsibilities, the most notable of which is, of course, Dreary El Deano's: He's to hang back at the trucks with Girl Campbell to hack apart any stray vampires who somehow make it through the perimeter. Naturally, Dreary El Deano's outraged at this slight, but he bites his tongue and acquiesces to Undead Zombie Grandpa's demands. So, while Undead Zombie Grandpa, Soulless Sammy, Parker Lewis, and about a dozen soon-to-be-dead extras tramp off through the underbrush towards The Alpha Vamp's lair, Dreary El Deano's forced to make small talk with Girl Campbell until...SNAP! A particularly flat-footed vampire underling makes the fatal mistake of stomping all over a nearby twig, so Dreary El Deano and Girl Campbell haul out their freshly sharpened machetes and wait until the flat-footed vampire underling pounces, and should I bother waking Raoul up for what follows? "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" Nah, it's so totally not worth it.