Raven Willoughby is an unusual man. First, he was attacked by a werewolf, then he was bitten by a vampire. Through some twist of fate, he is now more, or less than, human. Finding that the town he’s in is being attacked each night by the walking dead, he decides that he must do something about it. With his superior stamina and reflexes, he is in a unique position to fight the undead.
By nightfall, Raven was armed with his silver daggers and ensconced in his offices by the docks. Where it used to bustle at night, the waterfront was silent. Those forced by circumstances to remain, barred their doors and didn’t go out from sunrise to sunset. What he was doing was either very brave, or very foolish. Raven reflected that the two often ran together.
The first shuffling blunder sounded. Ears perked, Raven closed his eyes, filtering out…
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