Trust

<Chapter 3>

      They are vampires

      That was the first thing that I thought of when I woke up in a place that I did not recognize.  I looked around and it was pretty dark. I was in a soft bed with white sheets and white pillows. I sat up in the bed, then the lights were turned on. I looked in the direction of where I heard the flick of the lights. There stood a man. He had chestnut brown hair and a pair of light green eyes. He was very tall. Maybe 6 foot 8ish, then it clicked. He's one of the vampire things and is going to kill me. I turned to my right and saw a lamp, my perfect weapon. I got up faster than I thought I possibly could and chucked it in his direction. It was a clear aim to the head, but he ducked at the last second and it smashed against the wall.

      "Get away from me you creep!" I shouted like a mad woman. 

      He slowly began to approach me and I looked frantically for anything that I could use as a weapon against him. "Calm down I'm not one of them and I won't hurt you." He calmly said. 

     I looked him over and realized that he could not have been one of them. He didn't have red eyes or fangs, but he still did have the freakishly tall height. Maybe he was just a tall person.

      "Are you done now?" he asked. 

      "That depends, are you going to stop coming at me, like a lion stalking its prey?" I responded.

      He stopped walking towards me in that creepy way. "Sorry" he mumbled. 

      "So where am I?" 

      "You're in an underground bunker."

      "What? Why? Where's my family?"

      "Well vampires took over the world." he said in a calm manner.

      "T-they what?"

      "You have been knocked out for a good 3 days. On the first day, vampires have gone in and out of houses trying to find humans. Once they found them, they would either turn them, or drain them. It was like a celebration to them. On the second day, they took every human they could find and gathered them in the city. Everyone had to donate a large amount of blood to them, then were taken to campsites. On the third day, they were seperated into either pets or slaves." 

      "...so, so what happened to my family?" I felt tears threatening to spill. The man sat down on the bed next to me, but didn't make eye contact. "As far as I know...they're all dead."