What the window showed them
fiction by Luke O’Neil
The hunger
Well we just got back from stringing up our weakest friend in the middle of the town square for the vampires to feast on overnight. No one liked the doing of it when it came to actually doing it I’ll admit that. But the past is the past. Time now to hunker down inside and wait for them to leave us alone for good. We’ll figure out tomorrow what to do with all these leftover wooden crosses.
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