Ferra stared out the dirt encrusted window of the skyscraper. Her green eyes blinked away dust that had fallen from the old burnt ceiling as she stared out at the vampire city that sat on the horizon. This was the world now; since the bombs had destroyed most of the human population vampires had risen from the shadows to take the reins of the rest of the world. The cities were ran much like kingdoms, the city in which she looked at now was under rule of some prince, some of those vamps would come raid the run down human refuges and kidnap humans, hauling them away like cattle, then they were enslaved and kept alive like some walking talking juicebox.<br/><br/>Looking away she sighed and wiped at her eyes from the stinging she felt rising. Her father had been dragged away and she had hidden. Females were definitely a prize for those leeches. Long ember hair hung in subtle curls about her pale face as she sat alone in the one place her and her father had called home. Gently standing she dusted her black jeans off, and zipped up her vest just enough to show cleavage (since that was all her breasts would allow the tight vest to zip) and adjusted the Glocks holster upon her hip. Silently, she made her way out of the room and down the 7 flight of stairs, her combat boots echoing softly in the empty stair wells.<br/><br/>Upon reaching the bottom Ferra looked out at the busted rotating doors, what used to be a large skyscraper filled with the decadences that came with power and money, reduced to a shattered and fire stained mass of metal. She looked away and headed to the service desk of the old hotel. This was the best spot, here, she had an open view of the street outside where her father had been mercifully dragged out and away. It was with a soft thud, that she sat in the creaking desk chair lightly teasing her fingertips along the Glockâ€™s holster.