In a world dominated by Strigoi the human numbers have been greatly reduced. The strigoi are kept in check by "The Born" and human hunters. The leader of the born, Quinlan's been fighting this war for so long, that he's weary of it. He longs for wha...
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THE SCORNED:
Calling his phone for days, there's no answer. There's these zombies on the loose, killing folks and he's not picking up. My last call got sent to voicemail, the bastard. Fine, I'll just track his phone. Logging on the internet's slow, taking minutes to load just one page. I finally am able to locate him, and I almost drop my tea upon seeing the address. This can't be right. Rechecking again, my temper's skyrocketed when the same address pops up. Dialing her number, she answers on the fifth ring. "Hey Tamara."
"Hi Cori... Are you guys safe? I don't know if you've seen the news, but there's some weird things going on."
"No, that's why i'm calling...Marc hasn't been home and i've been calling his phone, he's not answering. I didn't want to stay here by myself, can I crash at your place for a couple of days?
"Uh... well... I have my sister, her kid's and my mother is here, there isn't a lot of room but you're welcome."
"No... I don't want to intrude, sounds like you have your hands full already. You guys be safe."
"Okay, you to."
The line going dead i'm calm on the outside, but on the inside i'm about to erupt. "Really, at a time like this... this is how I find out! I yell, grabbing my gun on the way out of the door. It's dusk and the curfew is in effect, but I don't care. If he wanted to leave me, he should have just left! "And with my best friend, the bitch!" I scream pounding the wheel. Backing up in a hurry, not bothering to look back I hit something. The sound of it rolling with grunts and growls, I'm not stupid. We don't make those types of sounds, even in pain. "Shit." It's up on it's feet, watching me as I watch it through the mirror.
Bald, sickly grey looking, and dingy. "Okay, Okay... you kill a zombie with a head shot." Deep breaths, throwing the car into reverse I back into again. It's a bumpy backwards ride as I run it over. The grunts and growls reinforcing my guesstimate that it's not human. Getting out, I quickly go to the trunk, retrieving my baseball bat. It's recovered quickly, emitting a purring sound. Coming at me I shoot it in the shoulder, temporarily stunned, it's even more angry. Then something comes from it's mouth, a long tongue. Now this I wasn't prepared for, letting loose a scream I shoot it again. I don't want to kill it, I need it, but I can't get compromised in the process. I shoot it again, before going to work on it with the bat. There's worms everywhere, with white fluid.
What in the hell was I thinking, I can't move this thing. I kick it to make sure that it's still alive, and receive a low growl in response. "Hey you alright?" His loud booming voice in the parking garage scares the shit out of me. Drawing nearer, he sees the mess on the ground. "Whoa... what's going on here?"
"It's one of those things, from the news." Examining it, it's face is beat up. "Be careful, something comes out of it's mouth, it has a good reach."
"You're one tough cookie taking on something like this." He says, with a whistle. "I need some help, with getting it in my trunk."
