Bloodhaven.

A massive fortress of a city that had grown from the tiny shopping mall we had cleared out and now loomed over the central valley like a dark lords castle. The fertile land that had once surrounded it was now a thick forest that had grown with super natural speed.

Turns out zombies were great fertilizer.

Ever since we made that desperate deal as some of the last humans on earth, the vampires haven't been hiding, save to avoid the sun. They quickly became our leaders, escorting more survivors to the growing settlements in exchange for more and more blood.

They handled the fighting.

We were left with everything else. They told us to farm, produce food, to make off springs.

It should have been fine.

It should have been fine.

Zombies didn't show up to Bloodhaven anymore.

It should have been fine.

But it wasn't.

Deserters were hunted down and killed their families drain in front of them or turned into feral vampire creatures that murdered without reason in search for blood.

We were slaves.

I leaned back against the tree sucking on an orange as I allowed my body to recover from it's most recent draining. Chances are they'd increase tribute once again in the coming years. They wanted to keep us too weak to run to weak to fight back.

There was a reason they had been in hiding before the zombies after all.

A twig snapped from behind me and I jumped to my feet my heart pounding at the thought of a zombie showing up. Instead what I saw was worse. Covered in fur standing on two legs their hulking frames were nearly twice that of a normal man's.

They stared at me.

I them.

"Ahh," I said slowly still aware of the sun on my back. "Werewolves I presume?"

The first nodded and stepped to the side making way for a shirtless man that commanded respect. He spoke with a rough snarl "do you want to fight back?"

He gestured towards bloodhaven.

"Want to be free?"