But time no longer made sense.
Days blurred together in a haze of blood, screaming, and the constant stench of sweat, fear, and burning incense.
This was the fourth wave in less than 24 hours. Or was it the fifth?
At this point, even the vampires seemed exhausted—less like predators and more like disgruntled night shift workers just doing their jobs.
One snarled at her from the barricade, missed his footing on the sandbag pile, and tumbled like a sack of rotten potatoes.
She barely had the strength to laugh.
For three straight days, the cycle repeated—sleep for minutes, fight for hours, eat if you remembered how.
The second wall was barely holding. Morale was shot. People were starting to hallucinate. Selis could've sworn she saw a guy swing his sword at a scarecrow shouting, "Get behind me, Mother!"
