Vapirism has swept the globe. Three ordinary people try to survive in this dark world, struggling not only against the vampires, but also against military forces that will stop at nothing to end the bloody rule of the Lord of all vampires.
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From chapter 2:
“Where’s Jim?” demanded Ron, tossing the last can aside. “Where’s the rest of the fuel?”
“Jim’s…Jim’s,” Diane couldn’t finish the sentence. “I’m sorry, Ron.”
“Damn it!” cursed Ron, slamming his fist into the side of the copter.
“Jim was his brother,” informed Diane, catching Phil’s questioning glance.
A black shape was suddenly at the door, its awkward movements conveying that it was one of the newer vampires, not yet graceful and fluid-like in its motions. Dressed in ragged clothes that told how violently it had died at the hands of the vampires, something clicked in Phil’s head. The clothes seemed familiar, and when the creature turned to glare hungrily at them, he knew why.
“Oh, God,” he nearly whispered. “Ben.”
“Phil,” it hissed, stretching out the end of his name. Then, smiling at them, he said “I thought I would find you still here. You never had much initiative.”
The copter whirred to life, the blades beginning to slowly spin as they built up momentum. The noise that the craft made seemed like a roar in the silence of the dead world, no other sounds existing to challenge it. Every one of them hoped it would not take long for the craft to be ready; the other vamps were undoubtedly already on their way.
“Damn it, Ben. Why weren’t you more careful?”
“It’s not as bad as we thought, Phil,” spoke Ben, his voice smooth and relaxing. “We’re friends, Phil. Join me.”
The shotgun boomed, Phil emptying both barrels into the vampire. One massive black hole appeared in Ben’s chest, nearly knocking the vampire back, but failing to kill the creature as Phil had intended.
The vampire looked up from the slowly healing hole in its chest to stare Phil in the eyes. “I’m going to need a little something to fix this.”
There was a faint, nearly inaudible twanging sound, and a small, wooden shaft suddenly appeared in Ben’s chest, striking his heart. A look of shock came over the vamp’s face. The wet gurgling sound he was making ended as he fell to the ground, death finally coming to him.
Phil glanced over to see Ron holding a pistol sized crossbow.
“Let’s go, people,” shouted Roy out to them. “We don’t have enough fuel to be wasting it on waiting for more of them to show up!”
The group climbed into the copter, Roy pulling back on the stick to lift the machine up into the darkening sky. Dozens of forms flowed out onto the roof, some of the creatures leaping franticly in a vain attempt to latch onto the copter’s landing struts.
“Here’s why you couldn’t get anyone on the radio,” spoke Roy, showing Phil a burnt fuse he had removed from under the console. “We’re going to have to set down and try to fuel up at the airport…quickly. Should be able to find some fuses there, if we’re not overrun.”
“Do you think that there’s more people out there?” asked Phil, a feeling of hope building in him. He had thought he would never feel that way again.
Roy quieted his answer as Ron started screaming and smashing his fists repeatedly against the side of the copter. After a few minutes, Ron slumped down, letting Diane hold him as he cried.