It was time.
The tension in the air was tactile. The streets were eerily quiet. For the first time in decades, the lower caste region was empty. No drunk staggering with a bottle of beer in their hand. No hungry vampire waiting in the shadows to pounce on an oblivious vampire. A cold shiver crawled up Busty’s spine as she stepped into the overwhelming darkness. Everyone she knew was barricaded in their homes, seated, waiting. The rumor of that night’s uprising had spread like wildfire. Busty’s friend, Alicia had invited her to hide in her home. Apparently, she had built a secret haven beneath her floors for her and her family. Touched as she was, Busty was not about to hide. Sorokin had made it clear that crossing that wall meant the end of her species. Sorokin had tasked her with stoppi
