Station Hope (Book 1): Humanities Last Stand by Thomas Bach

like a teacher gesturing to a naughty student.
    Gun fire erupted next to me as James and Spencer opened up on the vampires. It was a futile effort, even if every bullet we had struck and killed a vampire it would only be a fraction of their numbers. Before my mind could formulate another thought I watched as the King began to move in our direction at an incredibly fast speed, it looked like he was hovering over the ground as he approached the old iron bridge. Several Regents were keeping pace directly behind him. The look of rage in their faces sent a chill of terror down my spine. A combination of fear and panic began overtaking me. Every fiber of my being was screaming at me to run, run as fast and far as I could. Instead I Grabbed Ivy by the scruff of her jacket and lifted her to her feet. Pushing her towards the truck I yelled, “Get to the Dodge now, get David in it!
    James and Spencer continued to fire, several lower order vampires lay dead on the ground. The humans still reacted like any caged animal would, tugging and straining at their restraints in a wild fear induced panic to get away. James and Spencer instinctively began to retreat as they fired. I took one last look down at the sea of vampires. The King and Regents did not hesitate as they crossed the bridge. It was a different story for the lower order vampires. They began to bunch up at the foot of the bridge, unwilling for some reason to cross it. I guess what Nancy said about them not liking moving water was true. I watched as the Hulks began to toss the lower order ones aside as they made their way to the bridge. I'm can't be certain but I think it was the lust for fresh blood that finely drove the lower order vampires to cross. Their hesitation gone they spilled onto the bridge and ran across. By this time the King and Regents were well out in front of them and my panic level was sky high. James and Spencer had stopped firing and were now sprinting for the Dodge, I was right behind them. That feeling that your just about to be grabbed from behind caused me to run just a bit faster than normal. I reached the back of the Dodge just as James and Spencer were leaping into its bed. Ivy was in the front seat, her face staring out the back sliding window, covered in fear. David was in the backseat of the cab just looking out the side window, he had checked out again.
    “Hurry up little man,” Spencer said with a fear in his voice I had never heard before. “Get us the hell out of here.”
    I jumped into the driver seat and fumbled with the keys. Not now you idiot, I thought to myself, take a deep breath and start this thing. I could scene Ivy was nearing the panic stage.
    “Come on, Come on Billy! Let's get out of here”!
    “I'm trying my best sweetie.” I said sarcastically.
    I gained what little composer I could, slipped the key in and gave it a turn. The Dodge roared to life, down into drive, gas pedal to the floor. The Dodge leaped forward sending James and Spencer sliding back to the tailgate. I watched in the rear view mirrors as a cloud of dust formed from the spinning tires. I headed down the dirt road just as fast as I could safely. Sharp curves and pot holes slowed us down. There were high hills on both side of the road making it difficult to predict when the next curve was coming. A sharp right followed by a steep hill, the ground began to level off. The old Dodge was humming along nicely. We were out of the river valley now, on a relatively flat platitude. The moon was full and lit up the night just enough for me to see the road ahead stretched out in a straight line for several miles. For a split second a feeling of relief overcame me, we were safe for the moment. Suddenly Spencer and James began to yell from the truck bed.
    “Holy shit here he comes,” screamed James. His voice filled with terror.
    “You must go faster Billy, much faster”! Yelled Spencer.
    The image in my rear view mirror sent a shock wave of fear through me the likes of