His Personal Blood Bag
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Three days. It's been three days since the incident where I almost died in a parking lot. You know what the messed up part is? The fact that Arcton is currently the safest place on earth. I live in the safest place on earth and yet I was almost killed in a parking lot. All because of them. They took everything from us, our lives, our families, and our strength.
It's been 5 years since they came out of their shadows and every single day since has been hell for the living. They had strength, they had powers and they had hunger. A hunger that could only be satiated by feeding on the living. Unfortunately, I as well as everyone I love are part of the living. We are weak, we are helpless and we are their blood bags.
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