Vladimir traversed the desolate ruins of the old highway, the remnants of a world long gone. The twisted metal skeletons of cars lay strewn across the cracked pavement. As he moved through the shadows, a feeble voice reached his ears.
"Help me..."
Vladimir turned to find a dying man, his body ravaged by bullet wounds that seemed beyond salvation. Kneeling beside the man, Vladimir examined the severity of his injuries.
"I cannot help you now; I can only ease your suffering," he whispered with a solemn tone, his fangs extending as he prepared to grant a release from the agony.
The man flinched as Vladimir's fangs sank into his neck, and soon, life slipped away. Vladimir rose, wiping the blood off his face with a detached air. However, as he started to walk away, an unusual sound caught his attention.
A shuffling behind him revealed the man, now risen as a vampire, staring at Vladimir with an accusatory gaze.
"Did you just try to kill me?" the newly turned vampire questioned, disbelief in his eyes.
Vladimir sighed, muttering to himself, "I forgot I can do that." The world had changed, and so had the rules of life and death in this forsaken landscape.
The newly turned vampire, fueled by a sudden surge of predatory instinct, lunged at Vladimir with newfound aggression. In a blur of motion, the two figures clashed against the eerie backdrop of the desolate highway.
Vladimir, a seasoned and powerful vampire, deftly sidestepped the initial attack, his movements fluid and calculated. The assailant, still grappling with the unbridled hunger and confusion of his recent transformation, swung wildly.
Their fight unfolded in the moonlit silence, the twisted remnants of cars bearing witness to the supernatural struggle. Vladimir, though initially reluctant to engage, began to maneuver with a grace that betrayed his centuries of experience.
The newly turned vampire, driven by a primal bloodlust, pressed on, attempting to land a bite on Vladimir's neck. However, each attempt was thwarted by Vladimir's calculated evasions and precise counterattacks.
As the scuffle continued, the atmosphere grew tense, the sounds of their struggle echoing through the abandoned highway. Vladimir, with a mix of reluctance and necessity, grabbed the frenzied attacker in the arm and subdued him with a forceful punch to the jaw.
With the defeated vampire lying on the cold pavement, Vladimir stood over him, a stoic expression on his face. The night had witnessed another chapter in the saga of the undead, where survival often came at the cost of confronting one's own kind in the dance of predatory instincts.
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Werewolf in a Zombie Apocalypse
WerewolfA virus unleashed due to humanity's arrogance devoured all of human civilization. Decaying remnants and the shuffling masses known as the 'Undead' remain in its wake. Many werewolf clans had succumbed to the apocalypse. But Ember and her family, the...
