7 Run, baby, run
In religious silence, they advanced from the front row like unsuspecting puppets. Blankly, they knelt at the altar, showed the tattoo on the reddened forearm and brought it to their chest. Hog-head gave them a blessing, no less. Then he helped them get back on their feet, had a little talk and invited them to go to their seats.
When the second row stood up, everyone started to hear an insistent buzz that became louder and louder. In the distance, gunshots were fired and the spell that silenced them broke. The recruits began to look around, lost and worried.
Warning cries and screams of pain from the first to be wounded reached them. In a blink of an eye, all the armed vampires lined up, encircling Hog-head to protect him. In front of them, as an expendable defensive
