Rated M for anything up under the Rating.
In the year 2025, a breakthrough in medicine allowed doctors to reverse the effects of major trauma with an engineered enzyme that promoted healing. With only a twenty-four hour life span, the enzyme caused rapid reconstruction of tissue, knitting fibers together, then leaving the body through the blood stream. It was a perfect innovation...at least until the enzyme mutated in the body of a victim that died shortly after the injection. It was then that the enzyme changed, attacking the dead cells and transforming the body into a vessel of destruction. With a insatiable craving for blood, the first infected spread its disease by consuming the blood of others and then transferring the enhanced enzyme via oral ingestion. Death caused the changes and the plague spread quickly as humans were drained of their life force.
Now the world belongs to the Shadow Walkers, a vampire-like race of beings that have spread their blood-craving disease among the human population. An apocalyptic wasteland, the good ol' U.S.A. is nothing more than a hunting ground for the fanged beasts. Small populations of humans exist, but most serve the vamps...scouting for survivors, providing blood-collection bars, and protecting them during daylight hours. It's the only way to survive without being on the menu. But there are also underground resistance groups that still fight to destroy the abominations. It doesn't take much: removal of the head, destruction of the heart, or cremation by fire. But their numbers are increasing and the land is fouled by their stench. One queen holds them together with her hive mind--she is the first. She controls and communicates with the thinkers, the drones, and the beasts--all vampires but with varying levels of intelligence. The only ones she doesn't control are the hybrids, a rare form of human/vampire mix that were birthed from an infected human mother late in her pregnancy. It is time to bring the fight to the queen.
Blake cringed at the light that beat down on him. His blood supply was low as it was and that had left him in a jam. The sun was bright and he was weakened in his state. But that didn't stop the blood stained on his blade. Just out of an old abandoned warehouse where Blake happened to stumble across. The people inside weren't to fond of his 'tainted' blood as they called it. Then again, not many people were. A lot of Shadow Walkers were never fond of a hybrid. One who could walk the days along with the nights. Those who could sleep if they wanted to. While to Blake it wasn't needed he simply took naps just so he could feel an ounce of humanity. And to pass time when he was bored with nothing to do.
With a yawn Blake stretched and pulled his hood over his head moving forwards. The night would be upon him soon which meant he could feed if need be and he could easily move around without the restraints of the light. While his human blood pumped strong his poisoned blood still held dominance over his body.
A few hours had gone by and Blake focused on the only place where he could get his taste for blood fulfilled. The Blood Collection Bar was the place where most Shadow walkers went. This one's particular name had been 'Dracula's Blood Bank.' To Blake he thought the name was stupid but he would never judge as he was going to the place as often as anyone else.
As he stepped inside, the boy looked around his eyes narrowing as he cringed at the lighting in the room. It was different and they used an alternate lighting source mainly due to the florescent lights causing negative effects. Blake made his way to the counter and gave the man behind a nod. A human working the bar of course, on the left side of his neck, there was a puncture mark where he had been drained of blood a few times, yet kept just enough to live off of. "Don't care what kind any kind of blood will do." Blake spoke and waited until a pouch was tossed on the table in front of him.