I counted the cash I’d taken from the ATM and turned around. My next door neighbor was standing before me with a gun in his hand.
“Are you ready to go?” Kent said, “We have a tight schedule tonight.”
I bit my lower lip. “Are you sure this is a good idea? Shouldn’t we stay and fight?”
He shook his head. “Too dangerous. Got the cash?”
Nodding, I pocketed my last hundred dollars and walked to the car with my neighbor. It was crazy to run from the best hunters.
Then again, who believed in vampires anymore? No one. Unless you’d seen one. Then you were in real trouble, like me and Kent.
Kent got behind the wheel and passed me the gun. It felt awkward and heavy in my hand. (I’d only shot one in a gun range before.) It would only slow down a vampire, not kill it. But those brief seconds could be the difference between life and death.
He started the car, turned up the radio, and drove us out of our little town. If we could run fast enough, maybe we could live another day.