“Take him!” the male ordered. “Wash him until you get every trace of that blasted stuff off of him!”The woman knelt down and with surprising ease lifted Jay off the ground. She dragged him along the ground headed for the room’s exit. Jay looked dazed, but as his head bobbed around, his gaze eventually fell on Jake.“Jake!” he called. “I’ll find you! I’ll get free and I’ll find you!”The woman vampire pulled him through the door, and it slammed shut with horrible finality. Jake closed her eyes and grimaced, realizing she would likely never see Jay again.The male came around the table to be on the same side as Jake. She realized now where she recognized him from. She knew now exactly who he was, and he could see it in her face as he drew closer.“Ah, there she is,” he said. “I was wondering how long it would take.”It was so obvious now, she was surprised just how long it had taken her. But, to be fair to herself, he did look very different now that he was a vampire from how he did wh
“Are you… are you one of them?” she asked, inching very slowly towards him, letting the spikes lead her.Gabriel looked hurt. “Hey, come on. I’m not that white.”She sighed with annoyance but lowered her arms. “Yeah, pretty sure that’s you,” she said.He stepped over to her so he could speak to her in hushed tones. “I thought you were dead.”She shrugged. “I thought the same of you. I was only out for a second. The gargoyles started grabbing everyone up, but I managed to avoid them and hide in a ditch. They gave up after a minute and flew off. I didn’t see much, but I know they grabbed Jake.”“Shit,” said Gabriel . His promise to Robert was echoing hollowly in his head. “I managed to get out of a window and fell into a stream. It washed me up some distance from the wreck. I guess the gargoyles either didn’t notice me or didn’t care.”She eyed the stick in his hand. “Is… that the only weapon you have?”Gabriel shrugged, face red with embarrassment. “Uh, yeah.”“Here,” she said. She p
“Gabriel ,” Jake interjected, trying to cut him off.“…and a bunch of cuts and I haven’t actually seen Gabriel yet…”“Gabriel . Gabriel !” When he finally stopped speaking she took a deep breath and then looked him directly in the eyes. “I need you to do something for me.”“Sure,” he said, nodding his head eagerly. “Anything.”She reached around behind her and then pulled forth a gun. “Here,” she said. “I found this. I need you to take it.”Gabriel held out his hand before he fully realized what he was doing and she dropped the weapon into his waiting grasp. He didn’t move, but instead just stared quizzically at the pistol for a long moment.“O… kay…” he said slowly. “And… uh… why?”“I need you to shoot me in the head.”Gabriel felt his heart stop and his jaw fall open. He continued staring at the gun, no longer out of confusion but because he couldn’t bring himself to look at her again.“Wha… what… why? Why would I do that?”Jake grabbed her shirt by the waist and slowly rolled it
Jake’s eyes went wide. She opened her mouth to say, “Gabriel , I didn’t know…” but decided better of it.Gabriel turned back to look at her. “And I don’t know why, but I cannot get that image of her out of my head. She haunts me, as real as any ghost. Because I’m supposed to be the man with the answers, the person saving the world. The person breaking the vampire’s curse but I put… a hammer… through her skull. I crushed her skull until she stopped moving and then I crushed it some more. And I maybe could have saved her. I didn’t know then, but I maybe could have saved her by breaking this curse.“So… so maybe you’re right. Maybe I don’t really have feelings for you and maybe I am just a selfish bastard and maybe I don’t deserve to be with you like I want to be with you. I don’t know. But I know that I can’t do that again. I can’t. Not while there’s still a possibility of saving you.”“No! Gabriel !”He was backing away already. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m really, truly sorry.”“Gabrie
“He killed Oleg,” Marceau protested. “He deserves to die!”“You know the rules,” the same voice, a feminine one, replied. “No turning, no killing. We capture. We need them.”“Not this one,” Marceau growled through clenched teeth.“Even that one,” the female replied.Marceau looked back at Gabriel , eyeing him up and down as if considering going ahead with his plans. Growling, he let go and finally stepped back.Gabriel dropped to his hands and knees, too weak to stand up. With some effort, he managed to lift his head and surveil the newcomer for the first time.The first thing that he noticed was that she was stunningly beautiful.Most of the other vampires looked like, well, like people that had been living in a cave. They weren’t especially well groomed, their faces were hard, their hair was long and wild, and skin a sickly pale.But this vampire, this woman, was different. Her skin was porcelain white, her hair a silver waterfall cascading off her head. Her clothing was clean, and
It took him a long moment to get the shaking under control. He felt like his nerves were about to give out on him. He spent several minutes just taking long, deep breaths and closed his eyes, trying to shut out the horrible image in front of him. When his heart finally settled in his chest and his body stopped quivering, he rose.Doing his best to ignore the gruesome reminders of his enemies lying at his feet, Gabriel stepped back inside the cave.For a long time he wandered around the insides of the mountain. He looked for any trace of life or death or otherwise, but found nothing. The complex had truly been abandoned. Nothing remained to prove his theory beyond the gruesome scene with the two vampire guards that had played out just moments earlier.Finally he came back to the room where he had met the vampire queen. The room where, he knew, Jake had been tied up and still had managed to kill a vampire, dozens of zombies, and make it out of the room. The carnage was all still there.
He didn’t feel any pain.And there had been that strange whistling sound. And a few too many thumping sounds.Slowly, not really willing yet to believe, he opened his eyes.The zombies were all around him and on top of him, but they weren’t moving.Joe thrashed about, freeing himself from the zombies that had landed on him. They offered no resistance. They weren’t moving at all. Then he turned, looking behind him, and saw a tall man in a dark coat standing there.“Who…?” He started to ask.The man moved suddenly, raising something before him.A gun?“Wait!” Shouted Joe, raising his hands defensively.The whistling sound came again, followed by several more thumps. Joe turned back to the woods to see a second group of zombies falling one by one.Whatever the stranger was using, it was killing each zombie in a single shot. Which meant on top of being quiet and rapid firing, it had frighteningly deadly accuracy.When the last one fell, he turned again to see the stranger already offering
Mills smiled brightly as he accepted the cup, drinking deeply and letting out a sigh of contentment.“Thanks, Sara, you’re a life saver.”She rolled her eyes at his little “joke.” For nearly a year after they met, the sheriff had honestly thought her name was Sara, and she hadn’t corrected him. When someone else they both knew finally did, he briefly attempted to save face by pretending he knew all along what her real name was. So now it had become a bit of a joke between them.“I will never see the point of drinking decaffeinated coffee,” she said, ignoring his jest.“It’s full of delicious proteins.”“I don’t think that’s true.”He chuckled, “Guess you’re too smart for me, kiddo.”Zahra looked past the gate house and out to the part of the external fence that she could see from her position. All she saw through the chain links was what she always saw. More trees. “Any big news over night?”Mills shook his head and took another drink of his coffee. “All stations reported in this mor
At the end of the line Gabriel found another big building, which he knew the moment he stepped inside had to be a barracks. It was like a much larger version of the living quarters at the compound they had found in Texas. Just four long lines of beds stretching across the length of the room, with no care shown for privacy or individuality. All part of the process of breaking the spirit.“Newbie.”Gabriel turned toward the sound of the voice, to see someone, a prisoner, not a guard, judging from his clothes, staring at him. The stranger pointed toward the far wall and said, “You’ll want to see the manager. Hurry up.”Following with his eyes to where the man was pointing, Gabriel could see a window set into the wall, and realized there was probably some kind of office over there. He nodded a quick thanks to the man, only to discover he had already walked away, and then headed down the lines of beds toward the office.The door to the small room was open, and inside he found a woman se
“Uh… no,” replied Gabriel , noting strong hints of what seemed like a British accent in the creatures voice. “It’s an old term for a creature that slowly spreads through a village like a plague.”“Ah, such as the Vourdalak.”Gabriel blinked in surprise at this comment, stunned into silence.“Yes, well,” the creature continued, “it has long been the modus operandi of your kind to blame others for your own wrong doings. Judging from the state of things, I would say you plagued yourselves plenty well enough on your own without any help from me or mine. No doubt you still think yourself clever for the snide comment, however.”Gabriel had felt clever for the remark, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that now.The vampire placed his cane on the ground and leaned on it with both hands, bending down to stare at Gabriel from a smaller distance.“Where are your others?” he asked.Gabriel ’s eyes widened, but he just shook his head. “What others?”“Don’t lie to me. We returned to the
“Turn out all your pockets, then,” said the big man. Gabriel did as he was told, or at least as well as he could seeing as most of the pockets in his cargo pants weren’t really designed for being turned out.When the others were satisfied he wasn’t carrying anything, the man tipped his head up to indicate Gabriel should move through the turnstile.Once through, the first figure motioned for him to stand on a line taped to the floor. She was holding one of the devices from the table in her right hand, a weird thing that looked a little like an electric razor only with a sharp point at the end instead of round blades. Once he was in place she said, “Roll up your sleeve and place your left arm on the table.”“What?” he asked stupidly. “Left sleeve. Arm. Table,” she answered, pointing at each thing in turn as she said it.Gabriel stared at the device in her hands but otherwise did not move. “What are you going to do with that?” he asked.Hands grabbed him from behind, pulling at his
“Hey, what’s the big idea?” Gabriel asked, annoyed. He blinked rapidly, clearing away more of the blurriness, until he could see that this wasn’t Joe and the others. He was surrounded by zombies. Gabriel let out a yelp and fell backwards, only to be shoved again from that side. This time the shove balanced him onto his feet, and he turned around to find that there were more zombies back in that direction, cutting off his path to the inside of the hospital. He turned toward the parking lot, only to see zombies had moved into position there, as well. He continued circling and found that he was surrounded on all sides by the undead. They had trapped him in, with nowhere to run. He felt like crying. He felt like panicking. But neither would help him then. So he closed his eyes, tucked his chin into his shoulder, and waited for the end. But nothing happened. Gabriel could hear some shuffling of feet, some of the eerie, inhuman moans that seemed to be an involuntary sound that the
Gabriel was fairly confident he couldn’t be seen from his position, since the doctor hadn’t noticed him yet. But undoubtedly the doctor was finally taking note of the rearranged equipment in the room. The beds moved out of place, the random cart just visible over the top of the halfway wall. At first glance it all might have looked normal enough, but the closer scrutiny he gave it as he stood there talking was enough to finally make him realize the difference. Bennet stopped talking and began walking, straight down the hallway toward the room. He moved cautiously, as though expecting at any moment to step on a landmine, but he continued on regardless. He reached the door, opening it with the same level of caution, peering around one last time before finally stepping into the room. After a moment he stumbled, one leg catching on a strip of cloth that tore away. A shelf of equipment came crashing down, slamming the door shut and barring across it as various items smashed against the
Horror movies told him that he should be looking at somebody horribly deformed, or wearing the skin of another person, or with a head full of small, scary spikes. Something. This guy could have been his doctor in the days before and Gabriel would’ve thought nothing of it. This man could’ve walked up to the gates of Joe’s little bunker community and they would’ve let him in and never thought twice about it. It was terrifying to contemplate. “Hello?” the man called, and just the sound of that simple word, muted and muffled as it was coming through the wall, turned Gabriel ’s blood to ice.The stranger started to turn away from the room, but then something made him stop and turn back.“Are you there?” the man continued calling out as he surveyed the room through the window with what looked like, at least in Gabriel ’s opinion, a sadistic grin. “That wasn’t what it looked like. I was trying to help that man.”Yeah, real convincing, thought Gabriel , but he remained silent as he crawled
He considered his options, favoring the one that said he could just wait there for the others to show up. But he didn’t know how long that would be and there was some good he could do inside the building while there.So taking a deep, steadying breath he pushed his way through the nearest doorway and headed deeper into the hospital.The hallways were dark, which was expected, but that expectation didn’t stop them from being especially eerie. Somehow, here and there, some emergency lights still clung desperately to life, flickering on and off at random times, throwing long, twisted shadows where they could span across the walls and floors, and leap out from around corners. The daylight provided sufficient illumination to counteract the lack of interior lighting, but as all the windows on the ground floor seemed to be either heavily tinted or located where the light bounced first off of walls before entering the rooms, the bluish glow it created only added to the ominous mood of the hos
“Gabriel !”Sturdy hands wrapped around his upper arms and shook him. He turned his head and his clearing vision made out the image of Joe standing in front of him. “Gabriel , get it together. We have to go. Now!”Gabriel nodded his head and tried to take a deep breath, and then found himself taking several quick gasping breaths. Was he panicking? He didn’t have time to panic.With as much certainty as he could manage he nodded his head. “Right,” he agreed, “let’s go.”They each turned and ran off in separate directions.This had all been worked out in advance, each person memorizing a map of the town, studying it, learning each street and alleyway. They’d all settled on a divided running path before they ever stepped foot outside of the base. So Gabriel knew where to go.Or he thought he did.Though he hadn’t been willing to admit it with the others, he had never been particularly good with maps, not great at visualizing the 2D images with 3D spaces. So it wasn’t that surprising w
“I’m telling you, you go to that place, the only thing you have to look forward to is death. You’re better off here. Just keep your heads down, hide out, and maybe they’ll never come for you. That’s the best thing to hope for.”There was a long silence marked only by the sound of some uncomfortable shuffling. Claire stepped forward so she could get a better look at him. “But… Gabriel … you went into the caves. You tried to make a difference.”“I was wrong, okay?”Gabriel shouted the words so loud that Claire took a step back.“I was wrong. I was an idiot and I was wrong and people suffered because I was wrong. I suffered because I was wrong. The world is worse off now than it was before, all because I had to go play hero. Well there are no heroes. There’s only the living and the dead and you’re either one or the other. You can stay here and stay alive or you can go out there and join the ranks of the dead. Those are your options. I don’t care which you choose, but if you choose deat