No one remembers how it all went. Some say four people stood up to creatures that gave new meaning to evil and 'bump in the night'. Others say a blonde haired figure descended a building and helped, able to penetrate these demons with wooden sticks and to take on more than ten times her size men. But they all know how it ended. The blonde haired girl nearly died, three of the figures were killed and another woman left the scene with her heart seen by everyone. And then the flash happened, the lights of streets flickered, the glass of many windows exploded letting that cold night's wind into many households. And then Los Angeles was at peace. Everyone had no clue that they witnessed a near end of the world experience. It seemed to be one every week. So they had little reassurance their lives were in any harm.
A small figure walked into a smoke flooded room. She let out a sigh of disbelief as a small boy laughed at the bodies at his feet. She grabbed him by the wrist and flung him to a crouched position. She whipped out a slender cut stake and thrust it through his heart. Dust, as it always was, fell to the ground. She sobbed silently but she knew there was no other choice. Her son was one of them. He had to be stopped. It was an epidemic. Children left for school innocent and impressionable, they came back evil and strong willed. Mothers went into their kitchens and came back to find their child had slain their dinner guests and snacked on their limbs. Fathers left the families and never looked back. It was what seemed the demise of human life. It was what showed that the living dead had finally become unbearable. People invited them in, and then in mere minutes lay on the floors of their newly remodeled bathrooms with small bite marks.
Maybe it was her fault. The Chosen One. Maybe it was their fault. The A Team. Whosever it was, it was bad and they could not make up for it. Maybe the Flash caused it. Was it a spoken disease? Where if the nursery rhymes unleashed sacred creatures into hearts? Maybe it was mass media. Whatever it was, it was strong and fearless. It was feeding on the fear and the humans who thought they had escaped. It had nothing to be afraid of. Everyone was affected by it.
Faith walked the streets of New York, with her traveling band of other well dressed and delectable young women. She hadn't been stopped. She had helped out 'The Slayers' and now wanted to regroup her independence and meet the wild side again. She had a messed up logic. If everyone else in the world was fucked up, maybe she could be as well.