Prologue

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They come out at night; preying on unsuspecting souls and gnawing on the flesh of the dead. They live in the shadows by day, huddled together in the dark hiding from the light and seeking the warmth that their bodies can't generate. They hide in old deserted buildings, graveyards, dark corners and caves in every nook and cranny of the world.

They were humans once:

They once ate food; not rotting flesh.

Once had hair; not cracked, sickly white skins covering their skulls.

Once had two eyes; not six or seven mutated bead-like things scattered all over their horribly deformed faces.

Once had teeth; not a mouth full of yellowed knives.

Once had fingers that were now bony stubs foiled into sharp, pointy claws.

They were once civilized.

The world was no longer safe for the weak...

But if only this was the only problem the few surviving, civilized, free humans faced.

It was not the twenty-first century anymore...

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