Mark took his usual spot on his chair, the rocking motion lulling him back into a light sleep...<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The thick tropical humidity clung over the surface, worsening things at the roadblock. The downpour earlier in the evening did nothing to alleviate the humidity. Mark waved for the next car to move forward for inspection and the man to step out of the car after opening the trunk. "Name and purpose?" The lady inside the aircon booth asked the man as Mark went to inspect the empty vehicle. His partner had already begun inspecting the trunk, waving a hand to signal nothing was in it. He took a mirror and placed it at the edge of the vehicle. The mirror shattered and two figures dropped out from either side of the vehicle. The one who attacked him was a lady, pink appendages sprouting from her back. Their eyes locked, she hesitated, he did not. <br/><br/>Her jaw was ejected onto the opposing wall as he fired again into her skull before breaking the barrel open, the ejecting the two empty cartridges. He slipped two fresh shells and snapped the barrel shut, raising it at the man which had just bitten his partner. He fired. In the close quarters, he did not miss, but knocked the Vampire down. He vaulted over the front of the car, the end of the barrel resting on the Vampire's temple as he decompressed the trigger, the recoil proving too much for one arm. The vampire got up again, somehow materializing a gun in its hand, then-</span><br/><br/>He snapped awake. A falling sensation when he woke. He looked out the window, it was Helga. Already?! He got out of his seat, moving to open the door. "Hello. That was fast, did ovens always bake this fast?"