I found the mop closet, and gently ushered her before me, into its cool, dark recess. Jason had always been able to do that to me, make me smile when I didn't want to. When she was a vampire, the cross and my faith kept her at bay. She turned her head to one side, disturbingly like a bird just before it takes a bite out of a worm.
I could feel my face tightening with anger. I couldn't blame him. He came fully awake and sat silent, slumped against the wall. He lived, and to Seligman’s blunt manner he was that fabled, joked—about Last Man On Earth.
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