Free Station Hope (Book 1): Humanities Last Stand by Thomas Bach Page B

now think vampire is a better descriptive term.
    “I don't know; I just don't know.” She had stopped crying now. The back of her head resting on the wall, her eyes shut.
    “Can you give me some idea, a week a month, anything?”
    “If I have to guess I'd say three weeks ago.”
    “And how did you get here, how did you make it this far without a weapon.” I was short on time so the direct approach would have to work for now. Nancy shifted forward and placed her head in her hands. I could tell her annoyance level was rising.
    “We ran, we ran for days and days.”
    “Who ran, how many of you were there?”
    “alright, let me tell you the whole story. We were living in Minneapolis, what was left of it. Doing pretty good for our selves. There was a large group there, I'd day close to 5,000 people. We hadn't seen a vampire in months. We figured they all died off and we didn't have to worry about them anymore.” She paused and looked up at me. “We were wrong. They came at dusk and over ran us. People scattered in every direction. My husband, Son and me managed to get out of our settlement and head east. We were trying to get to the Mississippi.”
    I interrupted her and asked, “Why the Mississippi, why try to get there.”
    “We learned that they don't like moving water. Don't ask me how we know we just know. So our only hope was to get across the Mississippi and head east. We heard of a place somewhere around here that was fortified, a safe haven.”
    “Who told you that?”
    “It's not that someone told me, it was just sort of common knowledge. We only made it a few miles when the vampires caught up to us. My husband was killed fighting them off as we ran. At day break I met up with a group of about 30 others also heading east. My Son and I joined up with them. We used an old barge to cross the river. We walked for several days without any sign of the vampires. We figured the river had stopped them, again we figured wrong. One by one they picked us off. Mostly at night, but a few in the day. The most upsetting thing was when someone would disappear in the middle of the night as we slept. We would wake up and they were just gone, no sounds, no screams, no blood, just gone. The vampires were just toying with us; they would harvest us one or two at a time. We moved as fast as we could, held up in whatever shelter we could find. The fighters in our group killed dozens of them. But they just kept coming and then we began to run out of ammo. We must have been out there for longer than three weeks. Now that I think about it we were running for almost two months. A few nights ago there was only five of us left.”
    “So just a few nights ago there were five of you? When did the vampires last attack you.”
     
    “I think it was the night before I found you. That's the night they took my Son. He was next to me one minute and then disappeared into the night the next. Terror overcame me so I ran, I ran for what seemed hours. Come daybreak I was alone, utterly alone. I saw your truck late yesterday afternoon so I followed in the direction you went. I found you last night and here we are now.”
    “Alright Nancy, I only have a few more questions. Can you tell me how many vampires attacked you in Minneapolis?”
    “I really have no idea, there were so many and they came so fast.”
    “How many followed you here then?”
    “I can't be sure of that either, I only saw a few. I think it was more of a hunting party that followed us.”
    “When we first saw you you said they would kill us all if we stayed here, why would you think that?” Is the main body of vampires coming this way?”
    “I don't know; I don't even remember saying that. I don't know how many are out there. I don't know where they are. All I know is everyone I loved is gone.”
    Nancy began to cry uncontrollably again; I was grateful Ivy was there to comfort her. That was enough questions for today. I left her with Ivy and went out to check on the trucks. I