He rose to his feet and padded down the last few steps silently, came up behind Kim, and leaned over her to say, โI vant to drink your bloodโ in a heavy, fake Dracula accent. She shrieked, flailed, and a zombie ate her brains on-screen."!
Rachel CaineSurvival," I said softly. "It's selfish, and it's dark, and we've always been a species willing to do anything to satisfy our needs. Individuals have morals. Mobs have appetites.
Rachel CaineAnd Myrnin seemed quite taken with that, Claire thought; sheโd never seen him look at anyone with quite that much admiration. It surprised her that it made her feel a little โฆ what was that? Jealous? Couldnโt be.
Rachel CaineNo, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, rebornโฆyeah, just another day in the life.
Rachel CaineAre you armed?" Oliver asked her. She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. "No." "Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself." Claire swallowed. "Uh, yeah." "With what?" "Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution." He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. "What, no grenade launchers?" "Would they work?" "I choose not to comment.
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