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"What is it, Lucy?" Lois asks, placing a hand on  her shoulder. She quickly pulled the rest of the surviors behind a truck with her, whispering prayers.

"What is it, Goddamn it?" Bill asks, anger in his tone, not amused that he was pulled behind the truck.

"It's a Vamp."

"A what?"

"A VAMP. It's kinda like a witch, but worse in my opinion. She's physically isn't as strong, but what she does it bad. She uses her huge fingers to grab ya and stabs them into ya back, and drains you of the eletricty your nerves produce."

"Jesus tits on a boar." Francis growls under his breath. The song grew quicker in pace and grew louder. Lucy scrambled to place frag-rounds into her combat shotgun. It was too late. The opera hit it's high and Lucy had a slit second to realize she had lead her friends straight into trouble as the vamp picked her up and started to dig its claws in.

A few seconds pass, Lucy screaming in pain. Several well placed frag-rounds to the head drops the vamp and saves Lucy. The bullets were produced from Francis' gun.

"That was a vamp." Lucy panted between words.