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As soon as I enter the car park, I’m overcome with anxiety. I’ve been waiting for this day—this moment to shine—for weeks. My very first nest. A chance to take out as many vamps as I like. No families to worry about. No danger of a child getting in the crossfire. Just a rifle, a shitload of bullets, and a disused factory infested with bloodsuckers.
A gamer’s wet dream.
So I keep telling myself.
Michael and Nick say that the nerves are just part of the job. Apparently, I’ll get used to them, perhaps after a couple more busts. Although, Michael doesn’t seem the nervous type. Well, maybe he was as a young soldier, on that first day in a foreign country, taking out some sniper. But here, in this war, I’m yet to see him break a sweat.
I get the usual mumbles of hatred from a group of po
