Since I couldn’t find any vampires, I decided to try talking
to the people, because they were about, just hiding like mad,
especially at night. After a year or two, walking dead weren’t the
only things they had to worry about.
The dogs that survived ran in packs and were lank dangerous.
Animals that had been in zoos roamed about. Lions, tigers. Hell,
bears even. With all the livestock running around there was plenty
of food for them.
It’s enough to say things weren’t safe for warmbloods and it
was pretty obvious that if I planned to eat in the future, it would
be a good idea for me to look after them.
Talking to my food was better than talking to myself, in any
case.
The first human I made friends with was this dyke and her
girlfriend who were hiding in what used to be De Wat
