The living dead (in need for vamps and humans)

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    Damien took out his pistal. Closing his eyes he listened. Found it... with one shot toward the sound of the zombie, he her a thud. Got it.. He opens his eyes and looks at Lynn. "So... How long have you been a Vamp royal?"

    Damien looked at her suspiciously. "Why?

    "War?" he looked at her. "I don't see this as some war... unless..." he looked at his pistal, he put it back on the pocket hitched on his belt. "Did you guys start this?"

    Damien looked at her anger raged. "Is you father crazy?!" he flipped. "I lost girlfriend and my whole family because of that .... that..." he sighed. Keep your cool... he thought to himself. "Did he start the whole zombie apocalypse?" his voice was now steady and leveled.

    He looked at her. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

    Damien looked at her not knowing what to say. Anger burned deep inside... "What did your father have to gain in all of this?"

    "how could they ever be slaves?" he asked amused. "they take more humans away form your own feeding. It's like world mass suicide to vamps alone."

    Damien snickered. "He's something else that's for sure."

    "yah" Lynn heard other vampires talking from far awwy. those vampires worked for her dad and was after her. " I need to go"

    Damien looked at her. "Fine," he said looking away. "See you around if you are still alive by then" He smirked as he looked back one more time before he left her presence.

    Damien sighed. His stomach grummbled as he stopped. He knelt down and fumbled through his backpack searching for something to eat.