I was on a field trip with some classmates. Suddenly our buses broke down and we had to stop at this small town in the middle of nowhere for repairs. It turned out that it would take three days of repair. We had no money to go anywhere else so we stayed there. There was only one motel. It barely fit all thirty of us. The town had what you could expect, five gas stations, one auto repair station, and a giant church on the top of a hill. One person got sick, they said they had a migraine and stayed out of the sun. That night all I heard was screaming, no one else heard a thing. The next morning more and more people got sick. My best friend himself got sick. After confronting self denial I came to a conclusion... vampires. I and my classmates were staying at this small motel. Single hallway, go through rooms to get to hallway, you know. The next day as I was stepping out my room I heard my friend talking. ?I had a dream, I walked into my room and..." he stopped and started sobbing to his roommate. "I saw my little sis, Becka, kneeling down over my bro, Dave; she was sitting there, Dave lying arms sprawled, look of surprise still on his face. She lowered her head and started drinking her blood." he paused and continued speaking "I suddenly had to throw up, sneeze something, I couldn't hold it in. I coughed. She turned, her face was covered with blood." he finished the story of how he woke the next day not wanting to go into the light. I stayed in my room horrified. Slowly I looked at my roommates items. He had a small cross as the top of some perfume bottle. I took the cross and prepared to escape. As I was walking about the floor creaked. Suddenly the door slammed and I heard the monsters on the other side trying to enter. I opened the window and ran out. Hoping, that I could escape.
Days later all the students were turned. Only I and one other remained. In the town the people were beginning to be afflicted. Early one dawn I met an old man. "The light of god has faltered on this hellhole." he stopped and looked straight at me. "You are not yet dead son, if you value your soul go to the church tonight, I fear it is the last resort." nodding I realized it was my only choice. Except there was a problem, I was an atheist. I was a man of no faith; I had no power over the supernatural.
I blacked out then and remember waking hours later at dusk. One man ran up at me. Blood streamed from his mouth. I remember raising my pistol and BLAM. Shooting him dead. Later I realized he was not a vampire but an unfortunate victim. A boy of my age, who had been hit in the mouth, and was seeking help
I remember being chased and raising a small cross. The vampire, or infected if you will, simply laughed and broke my wrist. "Non believer, you can?t kill us, not if here is no god". I found a bullet in the head killed better than a cross to the face.
Finally after many hours I remember running to the church, at least twenty vampires were chasing me, screaming in the wind. I opened the giant wooden church door and jumped in. the vampires, realized I was of no faith, entered after me. They started slaughtering those inside. I ran outside and the vampires inside died immediately. There were no survivors, shifting through the dead I found the old man, and my classmate. I knew what I had to do.
Days have passed. I am the last guy. No more survivors, no more mister nice guy. I had been bitten, dear god I had been bitten. With my little willpower I remember going to the gas station. The vampires, now reduced to nothing more than killing machines, incapable of thought or love, followed me already dreaming of my blood, or flesh. They surrounded me and started biting, laughing. With my last strength I turned on my lighter and dropped it.
BOOM!
i awoke from my nightmare panting.
there we go spell check at last