The tunnels of the metro station were dark and eerie. The dripping of vile water echoed throughout the damp darken metro. Dingy subway cars remained on their respective tracks as a haunting remainder of a long ago past. Glimmers of light shone through from the entrance that led to the tunnels below. The humans lived here and called this haunting place their home for they no longer belonged to the surface. Amaya sat on a crate near a trash fire, her rifle resting in her lap. Her eyes focused on the pyre as it danced its enchanting waltz. The crackling fire was a delightful melody with a smoothness that couldn't be justly described. A content smile spread across her usual emotionless persona; the alluring dance of the fire charming her. At times like these Amaya would contemplate her position as leader however on this dying dusk, her mind was enthralled by the exotic flames. In a luxurious room filled with wealthy commodities of an ancient past, lived the faction of the Vampires. Comfy chairs and beds that were fit for royalty, were among the many wealthy commodites that occupied the room. This was the one room in the once extravagant hotel that wasn't affected by the decay of the apolcalyptic world outside. The room had enough space to occupy the entire faction of vampires and luckily the windows were blacked out to prevent sunlight to reach into the den of the undead. Fane sat on a makeshift throne that towered above the rest of the furniture in the room. He leaned back into the chair, his back straight. The cold stare of his calculating gaze roam the room. Everybody looked to be relaxing and enjoying themeselves which did not settle well with the tyrannical dictator of the Vampire faction. He leaned forward with his hands on the armrests of the throne. "Ahem my subjects. Has everybody forgotten that um. . . I don't know. . . THAT YOU IDIOTS ALLOWED A FLEA RIDDEN BEAST TO INFILTRATE OUR HOME AND LET IT FREE SOME OUR HONORED GUESTS!" roared Fane baring his fangs. Faint glimmers of sunlight bathed the ruin church in a glowing warmth. The sun was slowly descending for the night. The wingless statue of the colossal angel looked down onto the damaged pews with a sadden smile upon its facade. Where an altar once stood, laid a capacious stone slab with a candle lit lantern resting in the center. The slight glow of the lantern covered the length of the small church. On the small stairway leading to the stage where the stone slab sat, sit Luna with her head looking up at the motley sky with its hues of reds and blues through the gaps of the church roof. It was an unusual tranquil evening and for the first time in a long time, Luna felt like she could relax. A small sigh of relief escaped her as she felt herself ease into a calmer sense of being. Her pack mates had done a fantastic job as of late and owed it to themselves to enjoy the evening before the Vampires begin their nightly seek and destroy missions. Luna frowned at the mere thought of the Vampires. Her mind was lost in her own little world and was not focused on what was happening around her.