(I feel I should remind people that this isn't another Underworld or Nightwatch. With that said, here's the first page. Enjoy!)
ALWAYS BEEN HERE
They found the dead mummy on the beach. Photographers gathered around, snapping pictures and shoving each other for the money shot – for a glimpse of its face. The mummy wasn't a wrinkled monster in bandages. It was a bald woman in modern clothing. Everything was white: her jacket, her pants, her boots. The mummies were in the middle of a fight with a large group of vampires, when the cops ran in and scared everyone off. The reporter pointed to the corpse and said something about how it was the first time in history a mummy was seen on camera. Police officers started yelling at everyone, demanding they back away from the scene. The reporter protested as a cop shoved his hand into the camera. The screen went to static. I changed the channel to a soap opera only to be interrupted by another news update: The Honolulu Police Department discovered another vampire lair – what local people called “filthy chicken coops” – in a rundown Waikiki hotel.
The cameraman pushed through the cops. The place was dim. Lamps were on the ground and flashing. A light mist hung in the air. Sounds of bullets clicking into guns, laughter, and feet on candy wrappers. A cop pulled back a curtain and bathed the apartment in sunlight. Vampire corpses were scattered about, on the ground in tangled positions, wounds filled with more of that mysterious sand. People coughed and covered their noses from the stink of vampire sweat and piss. Large holes were in the walls. One of the cops reached into one and pulled out dead cats, said vampires loved sucking on “these little snacks”. Disgusted, I put down my juice box.
The reporter and her cameraman followed a few cops into the bathroom. The tub was filled with nude, dead people – all piled up, touching the ceiling, their hands clawed, mouths frozen in a scream. The bodies were covered in teethmarks and dried blood. I was reminded of a stack of french fries. (Funny how the TV blurred the genitals and breasts, not the blood-holes and death-stares.) My fingers dug into my knees. I felt trapped. There was nowhere to run. The vampire problem was worldwide. They were cockroaches – GIANT cockroaches that flew around and sucked our blood and lived like degenerates, like bums in moist alleys and rotting apartments. I couldn't remember a time without them. Thirty years....My life was filled with vampiric roaches. Nothing humans did worked to get rid of them. Nothing for us to do but clean up their bodies, celebrate, and wait....
Wait until the mummies killed them all.
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