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When billions of people are transformed into vampires in a matter of hours, nuclear weapons are deployed to quell the infestation of the undead. And the fate of humanity arrives at a crossroads.

Seeking the relative safety of a life of solitude, half-human, half-vampire Prater Saxon navigates the desolate wasteland under the sepia-toned skies of a never-ending nuclear winter. But as a network of vampire government officials acts to extinguish the human race once and for all, Prater finds himself drawn into a new war that will force him to choose sides, the consequences of which may doom humankind forever.

Where will Prater’s loyalties lie? Will he allow humanity to die in the darkness? Or will he lead them to reclaim the world once more?

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PRATER

I fucking hate vampires.

They’re vile, disgusting creatures. And they’re everywhere.

I see what the world has become. My gray eyes take in the world around me as I walk among death. The never-changing monochrome skies – the result of the ensuing war that took place after the Great Turn – blanket each day with a gloomy hue. I wear sunglasses to filter out the sickening tone, to put a damper on the dead sunrays that have been all but dispelled through the damaged atmosphere.

True sunlight no longer touches the earth. And the world is all the worse for it. Without the sun to shine through, the vampires no longer just rule the night; they rule the day, as well.

A putrid odor permeates the air, saturating everything. Some may grow immune to the smell, but not me. I remain acutely aware of what has become of our world. Adaptation is for the weak, for those whose only means of survival is conformity.

The roads are long, the land desolate. I spend much of my time wandering. There are cities and towns, but I try to avoid them. I occasionally come across other wanderers. Some travel alone, others in groups. Or if they’re vampires, they’re usually – though not always – in packs.

Those in charge of this…new world…play a dangerous game no better or worse than when humans ruled. A precarious existence has developed between vampires and humans, though there’s no mistaking the vampires are in control. Human or not, you never truly know who to trust. For most that’s a problem. For me it’s easy.

I trust no one.

Not even the boy – I lowered my sunglasses to get a better look…he had to be maybe five years old? – who limped toward me that afternoon. He approached from one of the long, dust covered driveways that led to the occasional house branching off the barren road I roamed. I kept my eye on him as he drew closer. He was pale and a bit unnaturally thin, with a slight hunch forward as he walked.

I noticed a “Stop” sign on my right. Someone had scrawled BEWARE! VAMPIRES! on it. Whether it was written in paint or dried blood, I couldn’t tell. Either way it was an effort in futility. I quickly surveyed the area around me. From where I stood I saw half a dozen scattered homes with no one else around besides the boy. Rolling hills blurry in a fog of dust-filled air painted the horizon off one side of the straight road. The other side was bleak and flat, just like pretty much everyplace else. I wasn’t exactly sure what part of the country I was in, but it wouldn’t have mattered. Outside of the cities, from what I had seen, the entire United States was one giant, dry dust bowl.

I stood at the end of the driveway and stared at the boy who was now just about twenty feet away. I pushed my sunglasses back up.

“Stop.”

The boy stopped. We stood there for a few moments, neither of us saying anything, as I slowly raised my hand behind my head…and grasped the hilt of one of the two swords strapped in an “X” across my back.

The boy stretched a hand out toward me.

“Mister?”

He started to move forward.

“Stay right there,” I warned.

He stopped again.

“What do you want?”

The boy swallowed hard. Even at that distance I could see his lips were heavily chapped.

“I’m hungry, mister. Do you have anything to eat?”

“No. I don’t.”

The boy cocked his head to one side. “I’m so hungry and I haven’t eaten in days.”

The boy started walking forward again.

Dammit. I didn’t want this to turn into something it wasn’t. But I had the feeling I wasn’t going to get my way. I shifted my stance and redistributed my weight as I pulled the sword partway out of its sheath.

Trust no one.

The boy pointed at the satchel hanging at my left side as he continued to limp toward me.

“You got some food in there? Just…a bite? Anything, Sir, please…”

I drew the sword completely and held it with both hands in front of me.

“I don’t know you, boy. I’m telling you to stay back.”

The boy stopped, again, about ten feet away. He gave me a curious look then stood up straight as if his physical ailments were suddenly gone. A crooked boy no more. I held my sword steady.

The boy raised his arms as he sneered at me. His fingertips transformed into sharp talons and his snarl exposed a mouthful of razors.

I knew it. A fucking vampire…

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