Man I'm tired, oh well here we go…God it's late.
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Azimov's POV
I walked towards Ophelia, picking up a shard of her blades as I did.
"Heathen, you shall die!" She shrieked and tried to impale me again, failing as the blades broke uselessly against my skin, practically turning to dust as the energy I radiated made contact with the deadly appendages.
"Face it sis, you don't deserve to be called a Nosferatu, In fact you don't even deserve to be associated with vampires as a species." I grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the ground, pinning her with one hand as I cut the symbol from her chest.
"Brother, think about what you're doing, we can work around this, I can report that you diiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!" Her pleading turned to shrieks as I tore the loose piece of skin completely from her body and threw it behind me. Picking her up once more I walked over to the edge of the building.
"Now you die." I stated as I flung her off the edge of the building, straight towards the hungry crowd of zombies that had amassed during the fight, drawn by the noise and the promise of food. I watched as my sister was torn apart by the zombies, her limbs making sickly noises similar to the sound of that when wet cardboard is torn, her bones making the sounds of plaster being shattered as the shambling undead gnashed and gnawed upon her still living body.
"A vampire stripped is a vampire no more." I said, looking down at the grisly spectacle. Turning away I gathered the patch of skin from the ground and added it to the pouch attached to my belt.
"Azimov, Help!" Zoey yelled as the red steel door that had protected them broke under the strain of the ravenous corpses. I quickly darted back to the entrance and jumped through, landing on a zombie that was about to bite Francis.
"Grab on!" I yelled as I threw another zombie into the support beam, causing it to bend as the zombie's torso ruptured upon impact with it. Without hesitation I used my wings and vaulted into the air, carrying the group with relative ease to the nearest roof top. Upon landing I resealed myself and reverted back to my original form, my wings retreating into my back.
"Where'd Ophelia go?" Bill asked, looking more worried than usual, having overheard the conversation on the roof.
"She went out for…a bite." I replied, barely keeping a straight face. As we set up camp for the night I was surrounded by sound, police sirens, moans of the undead, and even the sound of a barrel of undead monkeys that had been rolled to the former safe house entrance.

Upon waking up at the crack of midnight, our ragtag band was ready to move, and even managed to make through the building without incident, until we set foot outside. The moment I set foot outside I was immediately tackled by a tank that had been hiding in wait. The tank and I crashed into a tanker truck, spilling gasoline everywhere.
Damn it, hold your fire don't shoot it!" I yelled, fearful that one spark would erase the city block. They listened and began making their way to the nearby safe house which was conveniently only 2 blocks away and with a relatively low zombie count. Grabbing the tank and flipping him into the tanker, dazing him. I was now surrounded by zombies who were far more interested by what was going on than they were with my comrades who had already gotten three fourths of the way to the safe house. Hearing the telltale blurping noises of the boomer, I grabbed it and flung its bloated form into the tank, covering it in the foul smelling liquid. Immediately the zombies, swarmed ithe tank, biting and scratching at it as it flailed uselessly on the ground. Moving at full speed I bolted to the safe house, did a quick turn and fired my revolver, hitting the tank dead center between the eyes, also igniting the tanker. I barely had time to duck into the safe house as the tanker exploded, sending shockwaves in every direction for miles. Getting up and shaking my head I asked,
"So, who's up for coffe?" as I walked over to the coffee pot in the corner of the room.

Sorry it's a bit weird, its really late for me and I am tired, I will make the next one a bit more relevant……so tired….cant think of anything witty…zzzzzzzzz