Final Stand
Proceeding along 11th Avenue, you make your way among the refuge of your lost society. An occasional item catches your eye, which a scant year and a half ago would have set the consumer part of your brain alight had they not been completely and utterly useless now.
Renewing your determination to hunt down the vampirsh things that haunt your nights, you quicken pace. Every day you have been systematically searching the buildings block by block that surround your "stronghold". You would call the stronghold a home, but you don't have a wife to greet you, no children's laughter to give you solace, and no friends to brighten your everyday solitary existence. It simply serves as a shell for which you to crawl into every night so these creatures don't tear your body apart as you have seen them do to unluckier souls.
The sun has nearly reached the tip of the western mountains. Soon you had better turn home or face a night on the run or seeking a hiding place.
Will you:
Renewing your determination to hunt down the vampirsh things that haunt your nights, you quicken pace. Every day you have been systematically searching the buildings block by block that surround your "stronghold". You would call the stronghold a home, but you don't have a wife to greet you, no children's laughter to give you solace, and no friends to brighten your everyday solitary existence. It simply serves as a shell for which you to crawl into every night so these creatures don't tear your body apart as you have seen them do to unluckier souls.
The sun has nearly reached the tip of the western mountains. Soon you had better turn home or face a night on the run or seeking a hiding place.
Will you: