Tom flattened his body against the side of an old office building. His gun lay lazily to the side of his leg and he held in end loosely in his hand. He lit the fresh cigarette that he had just placed in his mouth and took a long drag. He blew the smoke out of his nose as he closed his eyes. The cool and crisp wind ruffled his shirt and his dreadlocks swept across his face. He brushed them away and looked out at the once busy street before him.

It was full of abandoned cars, broken store windows, and dried blood. He had barely known about any towns, cities, or countries besides the one he was in. Tom took another drag of his cigarette and stared at his feet. He glanced down the side of the street and noticed a particular sewer grate. He saw the familiar broken grate and dried blood smears. He began to think about that particular night.

~Flashback~

Tom awoke to the unfamiliar brightness. He rubbed his eyes and the white room reminded him of the events of the night. His mother wasn't in the room and he wondered where she was. She had told him to wait until a man names Vilna came for him, but he couldn't help opening the steal door.

He punched in the code and the door slowly opened, "Mommy," he called, but got now answer.

Tom slowly walked to the end of the long hallway. He pushed open the bookshelf, and was met with darkness. He felt around for the light switch, but when he flicked it up the lights didn't come on. He flicked it up and down repeatedly, but no success. Tom grabbed the emergency flashlight on the bottom shelf of the book shelf and turned it on.

"What happened?" Tom whispered aloud.

His basement was torn apart wall to wall. Tom scanned the room with the light to see everything flip over and broken. He swallowed hard and took a step. His foot cracked a piece of his old desk and he heard something shuffle. With his heart racing he flashed the light around.

"Who's there?" Tom asked the darkness. He received no reply, "Mom?"

"Grrr" Tom heard a low growl from the corner of his basement.

He quickly lit the area and his eyes widened. Tom saw a tall, slim body with its head hung. The creature was breathing fast and heavy and he appeared to have blood dripping from his mouth. Tom's heart sank when he saw his dog, Marley, drenched in his own blood. His poor dog's neck had been ripped of its fur and skin, and its muscle looked as if something had bit it.

Tom's eyes filled with tears, "Marley."

Just as Marley's name fell from his lips the creature's head shot up. Tom's heart skipped a beat as the creature's deep red as starred him down.

"It's my lucky night," the creature mumbled.

"Wh-what are y-you?" Tom stuttered, "A-are you even hu-human?"

The creature just smirked and screeched a high pitch noise. It flipped back on the wall and then thrusted itself towards Tom. He couldn't even move, but at the last minute fell to the floor causing the creature to go crashing into the wall. Tom dropped the flashlight and ran for the stairs.

"You little bitch!" the creature screamed.

Tom didn't know what to think. He could feel his heart pushing against his chest and his eyes were trying to adjust to the darkness. He turned the corner from the top of the stairs too fast and slipped on the hardwood. The creature shot up from the stairs and crashed into the closet. Tom quickly got up and rushed to the stairs leading to the upstairs. He heard the screech again, and his tears were racing down his face. Tom rushed up the stairs, but his ankle was grabbed by the creature. He held on the rail tight and felt the skin on his ankle being torn off.

"Ah!" he screamed at the pain. He twisted his body and used his free foot to kick the creature in the face.

The creature fell back down the stairs and Tom ran up. He ignored the pain in his leg and rushed to his mom's room. He looked around for something he could use to protect himself. He ran to her closest and felt around for anything blunt. Tom grasped the end of a shot gun, and pulled it out. He had never used a gun in his life and wasn't sure what he was doing. Tom had no time to think, the creature was running to his mom's room. As if naturally, he loaded the gun and shot. It hit the creature's head dead on, blasting off the side of its face. Blood covered the doorway and Tom's body. Its body fell to the ground as well did Tom. He dropped the gun and held his knees to his chest. He began to cry violently. He wiped the blood from his face and looked down at his ankle. Tom gagged at the sight, and limped to his mom's dresser. He grabbed a small t-shirt and wrapped it around his ankle.

Tom's tears were still trailing down the sides of his face. He didn't want to think about what he had just done, or even look at the outcome. He was never one for violence, but he had to. Tom heard a scream from outside his house. The windows had been boarded shut with wood, so he ran to the door, jumped over the body, and ran down the stairs. He unlocked his front door which had five locks on it. Tom never saw this many before, and was thoroughly confused. He opened the door to see a horrific sight.

His once quiet and serine neighbourhood was now full of people running, children crying, and fires burning. Tom had never seen anything like this in his life, not even in the movies. He walked out onto his front steps to see a little girl screaming as a man picked her up and ran. Tom noticed many people running his way and looked out into the distance. There was a crowd of those creatures coming towards them. Tom's eyes widened as he saw some jumped into windows, or burst through doors of the houses down his street. He only knew one thing; run.

Tom had never run faster and even though his ankle was throbbing his pushed himself to go. He ran through his old school yard, dogging families and crying people who had lost their families. He needed to find his mom and get out of here. Tom ran down the only main road in the city to get downtown. There were many people running the other way, but he pushed through them.

"Boy!" a women grabbed him, "Don't go! You'll be killed."

"Get off of me!" Tom pushed her away and kept running.

They were everywhere, those creatures. He was scared and confused. He watched innocent women being dragged into buildings and dark allies, men being tackled to the ground, skin torn, and fed on, and children crying by themselves or being taken hostage by the creatures. One creature was running towards him, but Tom ran behind a car to hide. He didn't know what to do until he heard a familiar voice.

"You fucking bastard," Tom looked around the hood of the car to see his mom breaking a creature's neck.

"Mom!" Tom yelled and jumped up.

"Tom?" she looked horrified to see him, "What are you doing? GO HOME!"

Just then a creature caught her from behind and pulled her down. She twisted around and punched him in the face. The creature fell down through a broken crate into the sewer.

"Mom!" Tom ran to her.

"Tom!" she held him tight, "Please go home! You'll be safe!"

"What's going on?" Tom said, "I'm scared."

His mom was yanked away from him. The creature that she had punch into the sewer was now dragging her down there. Tom grasped his mom's hands and desperately tried to pull her back. Tom was crying, and his mom's eyes were filled with tears. She mouthed the words 'I love you' and just like that, his mom was pulled down into the sewer.

"MOM!" he screamed with his voice cracking. He ran to the crate and yelled again, "MOM! MOMMY!"

Tom began to cry his heart out and he kept yelling into the sewer. He hoped she would come back, and he put his hand through the hole to feel for her. He felt nothing but air. He looked around at the town and saw only chaos. Tom saw a man running towards him. He was hit hard in the face and fell backwards to the ground. He vision became blurry, and as he began to pass out he saw a fuzzy picture of a man over top of him.

~End Of Flashback~

Tom stamped out his cigarette under his feet. He mentally cursed whoever had killed his mom, but he knew that crying about it wouldn't avenge her. Tom looked out towards the horizon. The sun was almost set, and it was almost time for him to show up.

"Hey B!" Tom walked into the middle of the road and yelled, "Come out, come out to play!"

Tom's eyes were adjusting to the near darkness as he heard footsteps from afar. He turned around to see a dark figure ten meters away from him. Tom smirked at the man.

"I wanna play," he heard B say.

"Come on then bitch," Tom grasped his gun hard.

"Oh, no need for such dirty tongues," B moved closer.

Tom frowned, "Fuck you B."

"Tisk, Tisk. How many times have we met now? A few too many for you to just call me 'b'. We're friends now. Call me Bilich," Bilich said coolly.

"You're not my fucking friend," Tom yelled, "and stop calling your name in the way the LLS do. You're fucking name is Bill! Not the stupid add on they thought was sweet."

Bill stopped walking towards Tom, "My name is not Bill. That's a human's name. It's Bilich."

Tom smirked, "You're so ridiculous. Why don't you get a tan you fucking cunt."

Tom felt a wind and Bill was right in front of him. He smirked at Bill's quickness, but felt his cool breath against his neck.

"I wanna play now," Bill whispered.

Tom smiled and punched Bill violently in the chest. Bill flew back when Tom has punched him. Tom began to shoot at Bill as he climbed up the side of a near by building. Bill pushed himself off the side, and kick Tom's gun from him hands. Bill went from a punch to Tom's face, but he blocked it. The two began to fight with punches and kicks.

Bill went to knee Tom, but Tom grabbed his knee and flipped him on his back. Bill grabbed Tom's wrists and pulled him down with him. The two struggled to be on top. Bill flipped Tom over and held him down tight.

"You skinny little bitch" Tom hissed.

"I'm stronger then you Tom" Bill said smoothly.

Bill leaned down and licked Tom's neck. Tom was furious, "Fuck you!"

Bill smirked and made the familiar high pitched screech. Tom was now in trouble. He heard the quick footsteps of other LLS coming to where they were. Tom struggled to push Bill off, but Bill had him down tight.

"I like this game," Bill said against Tom's neck, "We're at my favorite part."

"You're not getting me" Tom huffed.

Bill smirked, "Looks like I am."

Tom looked around to see many L.L.S starring him down with a hungry look in their eyes. He swallowed and fought as hard as he could.

'This can't be it,' Tom thought to himself, 'I won't let it.'

Just then a flash of light made the L.L.S run. Bill screamed at the intensity, and jumped off of Tom.

"Next time Tom!" He yelled and disappeared.

Tom coughed violently. He mentally kicked himself for letting his anger get the best of him. He leaned up and squinted his eyes to see through the light. A familiar body walked towards him. Tom smiled.

"Are you fucking stupid?" Vilna yelled at him, "You know you're not suppose to fight the LLS without our back up. Fuck!"

Vilna hit Tom on the back oh his head, "Ow!"

"Come on! Now we have to drive around all fucking night," Vilna got into his hummer.

"I know," Tom mumbled a hopped in.

"You're so fucking lucky that I don't have to pay for gas," Vilna yelled as they started on their all night drive.