GotZombie

Midnight. It’s hot. It’s always hot, at least for my kind. One of the drawbacks of being from a planet with no sun. Any other planet orbiting a star is like a sauna, whether you’re at the equator or the ice caps. Fortunately, I’ve lived off of Penumbral for so long, I won’t be dying from heat stroke, at least not right now. Such is the life of a vampire. I’m sitting in a tree across the street from a small, unassuming house in the middle of a sleepy suburb. Behind it, off in the distance, I can see the lights of the metropolis, and if I listen hard enough, my enhanced hearing can cut through the white nois