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Soon, there wouldn’t be any difference between day and night. It’s gonna be a white Christmas this year, Zaira thought to herself as she looked away from the sky and took out a gun from her thigh holster. Single vampire or not, once it was lights out, she would be no match for it. As a hunter, she had to be prepared for any kind of situation. She had several blades of varying sizes hidden all over her body, even a couple stakes, but her favourite was her gun. It was easy to handle and worked faster than the blades or stakes. “Now or never,” she muttered under her breath as she pushed open the rusty iron gates, cringing at the scraping noise it made on a stone hidden under the thick layer of

his voice bellowed as it faded out. Kira was shouting for them to wake up before she’d even completely exited the privy. She entered the cabin and leaned against the door as she worked to gain control of her breathing. Agatha and Tim sat staring at her with confused looks on their sleepy faces. “We must away immediately,” Kira managed through gasps for air. “Ebenezer came to me. Ye weakened the bonding when ye coupled last night. The vampires are coming!”

A lost book. Caitlin got up, encouraged, returning the books to the library clerk, and went back to the computer. She changed her keyword search terms. Lost cities. Mythical cities. Legendary cities. Vampire cities. Vampire races. Lost races. Extinct races…. Caitlin tried dozens of combinations, and this time she ended up with an improbably huge list of books, hundreds of them, having to do with lost civilizations and lost cities and races. They were mostly about mythology and archaeology in general, and not about vampires. Yet she found it encouraging nonetheless. Maybe she needed to think of the vampires as a lost race, a lost people, a lost city.

Scarlet needs her mother. The words floated before Caitlin for a moment before burning up and dropping to the open pages of the book like ash. She looked on, frowning, needing more. Vampire blood holds the key. Heed my warning. Prepare for war. I beg you. Ready yourself. Every move you make from this moment on will determine your future. Again, the words aligned for a moment before setting fire, burning up, and dropping to the blank page of the book spread before Caitlin. She desperately tried to decipher their meaning, as more words began to formulate before her.

As Kyle stood with Rynd’s man amidst the circle of Callanish Stones, watching the blood red sun set, he had never been so content. Here he was, back in ancient Scotland, standing in a place of pure vampire power, on the Samhain Festival, the darkest day of the year, and surrounded by scores of fellow vampires just as sadistic as he. Finally, he felt at home.

I tell her sharply. "Phoebe there's no need to...." "Actually there is." I cut off Sky, I won't let him defend her. "Hurry up and go Phoebe, I'm sure you need to reread Romeo and Juliet." "Actually it's Julius Caesar." She corrects me, probably feeling bold but I narrow my eyes at her and all that courage disappears. She quickly grabs her books sits elsewhere. "What was that?" I ask Sky once the boy stealer leaves us.

Mosi I shook my head, trying to get the black little spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes, so I could get my bearings to gather myself and get off this floor, from under all these books and pieces of wood planks that used to be Kalama’s bookcase. I took some books off of my legs and dusted off dust and rubble from all over me, while looking for a place to put hands to push myself up. Everywhere around me was covered with debris.

But the bombs barely did any damage. Worse, one of the zombies had actually picked up a grenade and thrown it back at them. If its aim had been even slightly better, they would’ve been blown to pieces. At this point, the only reliable way to kill zombies was still destroying their brains. I frowned deeply. Just during the first week of the apocalypse, I was still able to burn large groups of zombies to death by detonating abandoned cars. And yet only a short time later, even explosives were becoming ineffective against them.

He wanted to say something but it seemed the words were too big to utter. "My heartfelt condolences to everyone who lost someone to the wicked act of this notorious city hunter. We will no more call her the city hunter. That will be like praising a criminal. She is a zombie" Mayor Mount took a deep breath. "And zombie should not be allowed to exist within our society. Zombie kills, they are all about apocalypse. She wants to ruin us. We will ruin her before she ruins us. I urge everyone that ever comes across the zombie killer to inform the security operatives immediately. Do not harbor the zombie killer. She is our enemy. An enemy of Newland" Mayor Mount said as closure and walked out of th

In her last life, the zombie outbreak started on the 11th. The apocalypse would happen on August 11.