And Part 7 arrives. Little longer than usual, but hopefully it won't bore anyone. Do enjoy!

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Blood of the Damned
Part 7

Lila skidded to a halt when she saw the man silhouetted in his door frame. The shotgun in his hands made her bite her lower lip in nervousness. Joey though laughed out loud and sped up.

"Oh thank God. I didn't know if there was anyone else out there," Joey said.

The boom of the shotgun made Joey drop to the ground, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Lila was already ducking behind a bail of hay.

"Joey get back here," she called to him.

A second shot went off, a few of the shotgun's pellets digging into the flesh of Joey's back and legs. Screaming he scrambled backwards to where Lila was crouching.

"What the fuck man?" Joey yelled back at the shotgun toting farmer.

"I will not let her kind in my house. She and her people started all this. They caused all of this. I'm telling you now rag head, you won't get me!" the stranger yelled.

Joey cocked an eyebrow and looked over at Lila who was shaking her head.

"You dumb ass. We're just trying to hide," Joey yelled over the hay.

"Don't bother. You won't be able to reason with him. His ways are set," she told him, putting a calming hand on his shoulder.

"Well... what do we do then?"

Lila looked down at her hands, then shrugged.

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Jay and Haley were making their way towards a farm house not too far from the shack they had held up in. As they walked Jay slipped to the ground, grunting in pain as he hit. Haley let out a sigh and bent down to help him up, checking his leg to make sure the bandaging had held. Haley's head shot up when she heard the shotgun blast. It wasn't too far away.

"12 gauge," Jay muttered.

"Indeed. It came from that farm house," Haley responded, nodding with her head towards the very house they were moving towards.

"Well, might as well go check it out," Jay said, struggling to his feet with his walking stick.

Haley listened. She could hear shouting in the distance, yelling between two sets of humans.

"Fuck... I'm going on ahead. Move as fast as you can," she said, and took off at a run.

Jay watched her go and looked around him, sweeping the area with his M4.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, hobbling after the woman.

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"Come on man. We just need somewhere to lay low," Joey called out, sticking his head above the pile of hay ever so slightly.

As the shotgun roared once more he ducked his head again. The pellets pattered into their cover and Joey swore in frustration.

"We're going to have to find somewhere else... first we have to figure out a way to get out of this little mess," Lila said to her comrade.

Joey only nodded, before he heard the farmer scream in terror. Frowning, both Lila and Joe stood, and where the farmer had once been standing, there was only an open doorway.

"What the fuck just happened?" Joey asked.

"I... don't know. Zombie got him? Now's our chance to get out of here though," Lila said.

She started to make her way around the hay pile, and saw a man in a military uniform moving towards the house with the aid of a walking stick. When the man saw him he lifted his assault rifle and pointed it at her.

Lila instinctually stuck her hands in the air and started to slowly pull back towards the cover. She'd had enough of getting shot at.

As soon as her hands had gone up though, the weapon drooped towards the ground once more.

"A little help please?" the soldier called out.

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Haley dragged the farmer into his own living room, tossing his shotgun across the floor. She pushed him down into the chair and stared down at him with hunger. She could feel the anger and hatred in him, could smell the undead upstairs. She pulled her leather jacket off, letting it lay on the floor behind her, exposing the blood stained t-shirt she wore underneath.

"You... you just want to take my baby away... just like Helen did," the man stammered.

There was no saving him, Haley knew this as she straddled him, her lips grazing over his neck as she pinned his arms to the chair. She heard his breath, the blood pumping in his veins as her body pressed against his.

Her fangs broke through his skin, tearing open the arteries within. The man's blood gushed out into her mouth. Hot and invigorating. She drank deep, draining the man of his life to feed herself.

The gasps he let out were warm on her cheek, slowing as his heart did as his life force gushed into her mouth, running down her throat.

Until, finally, his heart stopped beating, and the blood stopped flowing. Haley got off the body, feeling the excess blood running off her lips and down her chin to dribble across her shirt.

Grasping the top of the farmer's head and the bottom of his chin, Haley jerked her hands violently to either side. A loud crack sounded in the living room, ensuring the man would not rise again as one of the zombies outside.

Wiping her lips and chin clean with her forearm, Haley picked up her jacket and slipped it on, zipping it up to hide the fresh blood stains that would draw unneeded questions at this point.

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