You and your family lived in the middle of a dystopian wasteland, far from the cities in a small but livable farmhouse. You, your father, and your mother were sitting at the table, holding hands and saying grace before you ate supper; but then the plates began to tremble as something rumbled the ground from outside. Everyone glanced around for a moment before your father jumped up and looked out the window to see a hoard of vampires running through the darkness.

"GET THEM DOWN BELOW!" Your father shouted to your mother, in which she immediately pushed the table out of the way as well as the large dusty rug on the floor, opening the hidden trapdoor that led to the crawlspace beneath the floor. "Whatever you hear— don't scream.." your mother said shakily while she ushered you down and your father grabbed his gun.

The trapdoor was closed and you were left only to hear the sounds of the vampires breaking into the house, your father shouting and firing his gun, calling out to his wife before both of their cries were cut short— then everything went eerily silent..