The vampire saw the slight woman in the alleyway and knew she’d be an easy meal. It wouldn’t take much to overpower her and get his fill. She didn’t seem hesitant or afraid when he got close to her, but many of his marks were intoxicated and didn’t realize the end was coming until it did.

He noticed the hint of a smile on the woman as he grabbed her. She lunged at his neck just as he lunged at hers. Both of them stopped and looked at each other.

“Not again,” he said, shaking his head as he walked away.

Author’s Note: Since vampires look like humans, this probably happens more than they’d care to admit.

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“They’re at it again,” George called to his wife in the next room. He heard her coming to stand behind him at the living room window that overlooked the wooded front yard.

“That’s beyond disgusting. I wish the president had mentioned in his speech that this would be happening,” she said before she went to retrieve her rifle from the mantle.

George nodded sadly, his forehead creased in revulsion. The president had said to shoot zombies. The president had said these creatures were at the mercy of their base instincts. The president had never told them that those included mating.

Author’s Note: I’ve always wondered why that wasn’t one of a zombie’s expected behaviors since they’re slaves to instinct.

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