Manhattan, 10:30 a.m.
Safe atop a skyscraper, carried there by Zaira, Officer Tomson can't take his eyes off the carnage unfolding in the streets.
Hundreds of men and women in tight blue uniforms and long white cloaks fight with swords of light against the monstrosities infesting the city. It's so absurd that he still struggles to believe it's real and not just a nightmare.
But more than the primordial vampires themselves, what horrifies him most is this: some of those creatures are completely naked, while others still wear clothes, now reduced to blood-soaked rags. Some in casual outfits, some in elegant suits, some even in pajamas. Others in firefighter uniforms, nurse uniforms, or NYPD uniforms — the very same one he's wearing.
And realizing that some of those creatures were once his friends and colleagues breaks him, making him burst into tears of despair.
But as he watches in horror, the skyscraper begins to shake dangerously.
