| Synopsis: |
You wouldn't like Coburn. People don't, as a rule; he's not a nice man. And that's okay, because he doesn't like people much either. People are food. You see, Coburn's a vampire, and has been for close on a century. Five years ago, Coburn went to sleep - wasn't exactly planned - and he's just woken up to find most everybody in the world dead. And not cool, interesting dead like him; oh, no. Coburn looks basically human, and these guys...really don't. He likes blood, and they like flesh. He's smart; them, not so much. But they outnumber him by about a million to one, and their clotted blood cannot sustain him. |