2026-03-19 19:09:57The alarm didn’t just ring.. it screamed.
Adrian Richardson bolted upright in bed, his heart already racing before his brain had caught up. The loud sound of his phone alarm drilled into his ears, pulling him from sleep and making him confused. His hand felt clumsy on the bedstand until his fingers grabbed around the sleek, buzzing device.
7:42 A.M.
"Shit," he hissed.
He swung his legs out of bed and pulled on his uniform with one arm while quickly brushing his teeth with the other. "I can't be late again," he mumbled through a mouthful of minty bubbles. "Professor Ardel's gonna roast me alive."
He tightened his ID string around his neck, shoved books into his backpack with the urgency of a soldier prepping for war, and reached for the doorknob—
The building shook.
Not a little tremor. Not the kind of playful jolt Las Vegas sometimes got during minor tectonic hiccups. This was different. The floor moved up and down beneath him, the ceiling light swayed like a pendulum, and the window glass rattled as though they might break inward.
What the ?
He froze, his breath catching. Then, slowly, almost cautiously, he walked over to the large window that looked out over the city.
And he saw hell.
The street below, which was usually full of people, tourists, taxis, street performers, and bright lights was now a war zone. People were running, screaming, stumbling. But it wasn’t just random panic. No. Some of them weren’t fleeing.
They were attacking.
A man jumped on a woman and sank his teeth into her throat. Another chased a child across the road, pouncing on him like a crazy animal. Blood sprayed across the pavement. Cars smashed into one another as drivers tried to escape, only to be pulled out of their vehicles by wild people who ripped into them like they were meat.
Adrian staggered back from the window, nearly tripping over the edge of his bed.
"No. No. This isn’t real. This can't be real."
He quickly grabbed his phone and opened T*****r. The feed was a storm of chaos—videos of people being bitten, streets on fire, a woman live-streaming from her apartment balcony as creatures climbed the walls toward her. One caption hit him like a hammer:
#VampireOutbreak #LasVegasFalling
He switched to F******k. More of the same. Posts from classmates. Relatives. Strangers. Panicked videos. Live reactions. One message kept repeating:
«They’re not human anymore. Don’t let them bite you.»
His fingers went numb.
A new video started to auto-play on his timeline. A news reporter, looking extremely scared, was visibly shaking.
«We are getting unconfirmed reports that these... things are Vampires. Not metaphorical ones. Real ones. Blood-drinking, superhuman... monsters.»
*
He sat there, frozen. Then, as if shaking himself out of a trance, he opened his school group chat.
Messages were flooding in.
[Rhea]: Holy crap, my neighbor just bit her husband. Literally bit him! Like... took a chunk out of his face!
[Toby]: Bro the sky looks weird. Like it’s turning red.
[Elise]: ARE YOU GUYS SEEING THE NEWS? THIS IS HAPPENING IN TOKYO, TOO. MY COUSIN IS THERE.
[Adrian]: Guys, what the hell is happening? Are you seeing this??
A reply came almost instantly from someone named Vince.
[Vince]: It’s everywhere. New York’s burning. Seoul’s blacked out. And dude… look at the school—
A photo attached.
Adrian’s mouth went dry. The university courtyard was drenched in blood. Bodies laid dead or twitching. A few figures, fast and shadowy, stalked through the grounds, faces covered in red. One figure was crouched, feeding on someone’s neck.
"Raina," Adrian whispered.
He hadn't even thought about her yet.
He checked his messages—nothing from his little sister. His hands moved faster than his thoughts as he dialed his mom.
It rang once. Twice.
Then—click.
“Adrian?” his mother’s voice was trembling, but alive.
“Mom! Are you okay?”
“Oh God, thank God. Adrian, where are you? Are you safe?”
“I’m still in the apartment. I just saw something—Mom, what is happening?”
“We're in the house. Your dad and brothers are locking everything. It's chaos outside—people are turning into… monsters. Adrian, where’s Raina? She didn’t come home last night. Is she with you?”
Adrian felt his stomach twist into a knot.
“She—she should’ve gone to school early for her lab practical…”
"School?!" his mother shrieked. "Adrian, your university's on fire! There’s blood everywhere! Your sister—"
"I know. I know. I'm gonna try to call her right now."
“Please… please find her. And Adrian—don’t be a hero. If it’s too dangerous—”
“I’ll find her,” he said, and ended the call before he lost his courage.
He called Raina.
No answer.
Again.
Still nothing.
He texted her. “Raina, call me ASAP. Please. Please. Please.”
Then turned back to the group chat.
[Claire]: SENIOR HIGH BUILDING IS ON FIRE! I SAW THEM TURN. SOME OF OUR CLASSMATES ARE—OH GOD, I’M GONNA BE SICK.
[Mark]: Sending you pics, Adrian. Don’t look if you get grossed out easily.
He looked.
And regretted it.
The images were unfiltered horror—limbs torn off, blood everywhere, bodies convulsing as their skin twisted and their eyes turned red.
Adrian clenched his fists. He couldn’t sit here. He had to do something.
But then, from the window, he saw something that made everything else feel like a prelude.
It moved on all fours—a huge, deformed creature with gray, stretched skin, its arms extremely long. It jumped across the street like a beast, its claws slicing through cars like butter. It let out a thunderous howl that shook the air.
Then another shadow passed overhead.
Adrian looked up.
Flying.
It had wings. Pink, tough skin stretched between long, batlike arms. Its face was skeletal, with dirty feathers on top. It stopped in the air briefly, then flew down fast. Screams followed as it grabbed a man with its claws and vanished into the sky.
Adrian’s voice was a whisper. “That’s… that’s a Man-Bat. What is actually going on?”
He backed away from the window.
His phone buzzed. Relief surged in his chest.
Maybe it was Raina.
He snatched it.
[NOTIFICATION]: Are you ready to survive the vampire apocalypse? D******d "VAMPWAR" now and build your fortress!
“…What?” Adrian muttered. “A freaking game ad? Now?”
He tried to swipe it away, but the ad wouldn’t disappear.
[Pop-up]: Don’t swipe. I’m literally offering you a way to survive. Accept the reward.
Adrian blinked. His stomach turned cold. “That’s not… normal.”
His finger brushed the screen accidentally. A soft chime rang out.
[System Installing: VAMPWAR—Preparing exclusive user reward…]
A ripple passed through the room. The lights flickered.
He opened his mouth to curse, but then—
Knock knock knock.
A sharp, deliberate kn
ock on his door.
Adrian froze.
The room fell dead silent.
Another knock. Slow. Heavy.
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BEFORE THE ACTION
The makeshift command room on the top floor of the high-rise was silent except for the quiet rustle of plastic and the hum of generators somewhere below. Adrian sat cross-legged on a steel table, surrounded by several neatly stacked boxes stamped MRE - SYSTEM SUPPLY. He peeled back the cardboard of one packet like it was an alien artifact.“So this is what the military eats during the end of the world,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.A few feet away, Mark stood alert, arms behind his back, waiting for instructions. His expression was calm, composed, with the distinct bearing of someone who knew what he was doing.“Mark,” Adrian called out, holding up a sealed brown pouch. “Be honest with me—how do you eat this thing?”Mark approached with a faint smile. “Is there something you need, sir?”Adrian raised the MRE as if it might explode. “Yeah. I’ve never touched one of these in my life. I’ve seen them in movies. That’s about it.”“Ah, understood. Allow me.” Mark took the
FROM THE UNIVERSITY
Several hours earlier...The sky outside had already begun to darken, a dusky purple bleeding through the clouds as evening crept across the city. The lights in the hallways flickered with inconsistent power, and the once-vibrant campus of the Technological Engineering Institute had become a place of fearful whispers and cold silence.Inside a third-floor classroom, the windows were barricaded with desks and metal chairs, and the doors were reinforced with what little furniture the students could find. The air was stale, thick with anxiety, sweat, and the quiet static of fear. A dozen university students, most still in uniform, clustered in uneasy silence around a single figure near the window.Raina stood tall, her long silver hair catching the weak light that filtered through the blinds. Her posture was graceful, though tense, like a dancer in the moment before a leap. She held her phone tightly to her chest after ending a call, her fingers trembling as she turned to face the others
FORTRESS RISING
Mission: Secure a FortThe air in the penthouse was thick with sweat and anticipation. Steel-clad knights lined the walls like sardines in a tin can, their helmets reflecting the pale flicker of ceiling lights. Adrian Richardson stood by the panoramic windows, arms crossed, watching the distant horizon where smoke curled from fires long lost to the dead.He turned slowly to face the assembled troops—summoned knights in formation, waiting on his word. "We’ve got a job ahead of us," Adrian said, voice firm. "This isn't just about killing vampires. It's about carving out a sanctuary."He stepped away from the window, walking across the hardwood floor, boots thudding softly. “This plan, this mission—was made with the first ten of you I brought into this world. You know how ugly things can get. The objective is clear: secure all three condominium towers. Every floor. Every unit. Every bathroom. Nothing lives unless I say it does.”A few of the knights stirred at his tone—less alarmed, more
STAY SAFE
The penthouse sat silent at the top of the thirty-second floor, its luxury ruined by the chaos below. Adrian stepped inside with urgency, barely sparing the lavish surroundings a glance before walking straight toward the towering glass wall that overlooked the city. He pressed a hand against the windowpane, cool to the touch, and looked down.What greeted him was no different from the horror he had witnessed hours ago—only now, it seemed worse. Smoke drifted like tendrils through broken streets, fire flickered in alleys, and the agonizing screams of civilians were muffled by distance but ever present. The Pawns—those twisted, mindless vampires still prowled the ground, chasing people like crazy dogs. He narrowed his eyes, scanning deeper.Odd. No sign of the mutated beasts from earlier. No towering monsters, no ugly spider-limbed freaks.“Could they have migrated toward more populated areas?” he muttered.A noise behind him made him turn. One by one, the Knights entered the penthouse,
TEETH OF THE BATTLE
The air was dense with the metallic scent of spent gunpowder and blood as Adrian Richardson, flanked by his summoned Knights, descended another floor of the tower. His boots echoed against broken tiles, each step calculated, deliberate. The flashing lights above barely held off the growing dark shadows moving along the walls."Clear," Alpha 3 announced, his M4 Carbine sweeping left to right.Adrian nodded, eyes sharp. “Move on. Keep formation tight.”As they passed through each floor, Adrian's system interface flickered with new information. His attention drifted to two tabs he'd previously ignored: Vampire Encounters and Basic Survival Guide.[Vampire Encounter Updated: Variant Identified – PAWN]A new entry materialized in the digital bestiary. Adrian paused at the top of a stairwell and brought it into focus.[PAWNLow-tier Vampire ClassAgile, aggressive, hive-minded. Weakness: decapitation or cranial destruction.Behavior: Predatory and relentless. Fast movers.Classification: Ur
THE SUMMONER'S FIRST COMMAND
Adrian stood in the middle of the bloodstained living room, surrounded by ten armored figures still saluting with impeccable discipline. Though their expressions were hidden behind their visored helmets, their eyes visible through reinforced lenses reflected a startling humanity. He blinked once. Twice. These soldiers looked too real. Not like digital constructs or NPCs from some game.“Are they… human?” he muttered under his breath, suspicion curling in his gut.A soft chime sounded in the air, and with a flicker of pale blue light, a new holographic screen materialized before his eyes:[The Knights you summoned are military-trained human beings. They possess the knowledge, skills, and expertise required to perform their assigned tasks. As for their memories, they are created with none. Their only recollections will originate from the moment they are summoned. Additionally, being human, they experience hunger, require sustenance, can form interpersonal relationships, and most importa
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