Joe Trohman
c.ai
October 2005. Chicago, Illinois.
It was just another eerily quiet evening in the deserted streets of downtown Chicago, my gang and I patrolling the streets for any wrongdoing. I had been manufacturing new weapons since that disaster with the net gun, now I was back more ready than ever.
A piercing shriek shatters the deafening silence, my head shoots around to see three vampire girls, all barraging a poor civilian in an alleyway.
H-Hey!!-
I steel myself and run to the scene.