• The stench of blood in the air sickened me. I was breathing hard in the corner of the room. I was trapped. I was listening to the inhuman monster finish off the last few survivors in the room that led to mine. Only I was left. Alone. The last survivor. My shaking hands raised my sword. The vampire's faint footsteps became louder. I shuddered, not of the cold, but of fear. Part of me wanted to give up, and accept defeat. The apocalypse was complete--except for one more person--me. I glanced at the only thing I had left, clutched tightly in my left hand, a picture of my smiling father. The picture gave me hope and awakened another part of me, the determined part. I reminded myself I had to do this to avenge for my father and the whole world and stop this creature responsible for the massacre. All humanity was gone but me. I had to do this, alone. My fingers curled around the sword handle more tightly, and I awaited him. The vampire walked into the dim light. He flashed a cold smile at me. "Riddle," he mused. "James Riddle". Fear possessed me like demons. "Stay back," I tried to say, but I can hardly hear myself. He stepped forward. In desperation, I threw my sword at him. He easily stepped aside and his lips twisted into a snarl-and pounced.

    I am now forced to wander this world as a creature of the night.