30 Nights [BangChan]

17

The atmosphere inside the Utilidor was electric with tension as the survivors scrambled to respond to the sudden attack.

The vampire, a feral, bloodthirsty creature, moved with terrifying speed and precision, its eyes gleaming with predatory intent.

Tom was the first to react, grabbing a length of pipe and swinging it wildly at the vampire.

His first strike missed, but his second connected with a sickening thud. The vampire snarled, more enraged than injured, and turned its attention to Tom.

"Everyone, spread out!" shouted Chris, his voice hoarse with urgency. "We can't let it pick us off one by one!"

The survivors scattered, some grabbing improvised weapons,broom handles, wrenches, and anything else they could find,while others huddled behind overturned tables and crates, trying to stay out of the creature’s reach.

Mara, a young woman who had managed to survive this far with sheer grit, lunged at the vampire with a fire extinguisher, using it to batter the creature's head.

The vampire staggered back, momentarily disoriented by the fierce onslaught.

Carl, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination, moved to join the fray, wielding a heavy wrench.

He swung with all his might, aiming for the vampire’s head. The impact was brutal, causing the vampire to reel back, its snarl turning into a guttural roar of pain and fury.

As the battle raged on, Chris seized a wooden chair and broke it over his knee, fashioning a makeshift stake.

He waited for an opening, his heart pounding in his chest, every second stretching into an eternity.

Finally, he saw his chance. With a primal shout, he charged at the vampire, driving the stake into its chest with all his strength.

The vampire let out a blood-curdling scream, its body convulsing violently as it struggled against the stake.

Chris pressed harder, twisting the stake deeper into its chest until, with a final, shuddering gasp, the vampire collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The survivors stood in stunned silence, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The adrenaline slowly ebbed away, leaving them shaken and exhausted.

Chris wiped sweat and blood from his brow, his mind already shifting back to the pressing concern that had haunted him since his arrival.

"Emma," he whispered, his voice barely audible. He grabbed the walkie talkie, his hands shaking. "Emma, can you hear me? It's Chris. Please, respond."

The walkie talkie crackled with static, a harsh reminder of the distance and danger between them.

Chris tried again and again, his desperation growing with each unanswered call. "Emma, please, if you can hear me, say something. We're at the Utilidor. We need to know you're okay."

The hours dragged on, each minute feeling like an eternity. Chris paced back and forth, unable to sit still, his eyes never leaving the walkie talkie.

The other survivors watched him, their own worry for Emma mingling with the relief of having survived the vampire attack.

"She'll make it," Carl said quietly, trying to reassure Chris and himself. "Emma's strong. She'll find a way."

Chris nodded absently, his mind focused solely on the walkie talkie.

He clicked the button again. "Emma, it's Chris. Please, if you can hear this, respond. We’re waiting for you."

The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional crackle of static.

Chris's hope wavered, his mind filled with images of what might have happened to Emma.

He clenched the walkie talkie tightly, willing her to respond.

And then, just as despair threatened to overwhelm him, a faint, crackling voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Chris..."

Chris's heart leapt in his chest. "Emma! Thank God! Are you okay? Where are you?"