Post by Brandon Napier on Mar 8, 2011 21:49:56 GMT
On the 6th second, of the 6th minute, of the 6th hour, of the 6th day, of the 6th month of 2066, blood became the only thing that mattered.
The night had gone on for too long, that day. The sun normally rose at 6 in June, but that day... Everyone knew something was wrong... So when the blood thirsty dead, with pale skin and red eyes, began to walk, everyone knew that this was not normal.
Some had already believed in the blood suckers, those that hadn't, didn't know what do to... Most of them had perished. The sharp fangs of the dead had drawn their life from them...
The vampires had risen.
Those who believed knew what to do... Not to say that none of them died... They did. Some weren't quick enough to stop the hungry, pale ones from murdering them. Some were. Some weren't quick enough to stop the bite, but quick enough to not flat out die... They had become those that they had believed in.
They had changed.
Brothers were torn apart. Families were murdered. A select few survived.
England was closed and survivors from Guildford, Woking, and other places in Surrey traveled to London, hoping that they would be able to stop the dead from taking over the capital. Some died on the way there. Some died when they got there. Some didn't die, however. Some found other survivors and they planned.
Any that tried to escape, ended up dead. They knew, though, the vampires knew that no one would get out of England. Not without a bite, at least.
The night had gone on for too long, that day. The sun normally rose at 6 in June, but that day... Everyone knew something was wrong... So when the blood thirsty dead, with pale skin and red eyes, began to walk, everyone knew that this was not normal.
Some had already believed in the blood suckers, those that hadn't, didn't know what do to... Most of them had perished. The sharp fangs of the dead had drawn their life from them...
The vampires had risen.
Those who believed knew what to do... Not to say that none of them died... They did. Some weren't quick enough to stop the hungry, pale ones from murdering them. Some were. Some weren't quick enough to stop the bite, but quick enough to not flat out die... They had become those that they had believed in.
They had changed.
Brothers were torn apart. Families were murdered. A select few survived.
England was closed and survivors from Guildford, Woking, and other places in Surrey traveled to London, hoping that they would be able to stop the dead from taking over the capital. Some died on the way there. Some died when they got there. Some didn't die, however. Some found other survivors and they planned.
Any that tried to escape, ended up dead. They knew, though, the vampires knew that no one would get out of England. Not without a bite, at least.