In a land that has been abandoned, a man lays in a hospital bed. The building to ruins, the dark green sky covered the sky from nuclear waste. Everything was just..silent, not a single bird, or rustle of leaves blowing in the wind beside the trash. The man was middle-aged, in a coma that he's just waking up from. Rubble and debris around him, concrete dust on the sheets and bed, he felt weak, stiff and sore. The man's face was pale, but despite the current situation he was in, he was being taken care of. He was well-fed, so he wasn't just sticks and bones.
"Nurse..?" He asked, his voice hoarse and sore. Using his free hand, he rubbed his eyes as he adjusted. "Jesus Christ-." He tried to move his arm but felt the restrictive IV pull it back. Using his free hand he slowly pulled it out, careful not to break any more skin. His skin dry and frail. "Where the hell is everyone?" He asked himself, confused about why there wasn't anybody there. Well, not anyone he knew of. All of a sudden a man emerged from behind the doorway.
"It was stupid of you doing that you know." A man said a monotone voice that wasn't deep nor high pitched. "Who are you?" Owen asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he examined the strange man. He looked young but sounded old. "I am Mason." The man said. "I know who you are Owen," Mason said, his hands clasped behind his back. "How do you know?" Owen asked, completely confused. "There's still electricity. So I just looked at your file in the hospital's database. Very hard to get into." Mason said.
"Where the hell is everybody?" Owen asked.
"Dead, or elsewhere. I'll explain it later." To which all Owen did was just nod, confused considering Mason was a man he just met. Owen had no idea who he was, other than that he was a criminal and a vampire. "Do you have any clothes I could borrow?" He asked, "Your uniform is dirty and stained with blood, so I threw it away. But, I do have a pair of jeans and a shirt from the hospital's gift shop." he said, handing Owen the pair of clothes.
"Do you need any help?" Mason asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, could you uh- look the other way please?" Owen asked, feeling uncomfortable with a stranger looking at him nude. Mason obliged and turned around. Owen struggled a bit as he sat down on the shaky bed, taking off the light-blue hospital gown, tossing it somewhere on the ground. He buttoned the jeans, then the shirt, only struggling a little with the buttons. He put on the socks. The black combat boots Mason brought him were from his police uniform. Which were dusty, but still in good shape. The socks were new and relatively clean. "I'm done, you can turn back around now," Owen said. Trying to straighten up his messy short hair, even though Mason has attempted to tame the wild rats' nest. Whilst Owen was in a coma Mason made it short. So, in the long run, it'd benefit Owen. "Why did you take care of me? How long have you been here?" Owen asked, fixing his shirt which some of it was tucked into his pants; which he didn't like.
" Because you were quite literally the only person left half-alive. I came across the hospital looking for supplies. So, I decided to help you. Also mostly because I felt bad." Mason said with a sigh. "I see. Thank you, it's appreciated." Owen said, and all Mason did was nod in response. "Who are you exactly Mason?" He asked, thinking that Mason was one of those vampire creatures. "Well, I'm a vampire simply. I'm not gonna try to hide it because what's the point? I'm a criminal, I was in a cult." He said, " But I'm not gonna try and kill you or anything. Why would I save you only to kill you the very next minute?" Mason said, brushing his black hair out of his face.
"Because the weak only survive so long," Mason said. "Also, don't mind the dead bodies. I'd clean them up but- I don't do germs."Mason said. Owen was a bit weirded out by Mason; that wasn't something he's heard every day. A germaphobic vampire. "Well, shall we go then?" Mason asked. A subtle grin on his face as he then turned facing the door. Walking out, he grabbed a rather worn looking leather jacket off of a piece of rubble and put it on. He adjusted the collar, flipping his hair out from underneath it. "Uhm...sure," Owen said. Grabbing his police badge, his government ID, he put it in his pocket to keep it as memorabilia.
Owen followed Mason through the hospital hallways, walking closely behind him. The stench of rotting bodies filled Owen's nostrils, his nose scrunching up in disgust. "Don't worry, all the gas has long since evaporated from the building. I've closed off any rooms that would have potential gas leak type stuff," Mason said. "Well, that's settling," Owen muttered. Staying closely behind Mason still. Owen avoided the possibility of stepping on any bodies or body parts.
They walked downstairs, the lights occasionally flickering and going out whilst they walked through the hallway, the sound of their boots hitting the floor. "So how did this happen?" Owen asked him for the thirtieth time. The two of them pushed open the double doors that lead to the cafeteria. " Basically the humans and vampires fought with each other. Everybody had either died, or they've selected specific people to take into their society. They made them into a person they deem 'desirable'. Brainwashing them with pills and microchips they put in their wrists. To make the 'perfect' society. Ripping apart everyone's will, dignity, and integrity."
"That's a bit fucked up," Owen said. "Why don't we stop them?" Owen asked, following Mason to the dried foods and canned goods part of the pantry. "That's nearly impossible. It's suicide. If you want to; go ahead, it's your death wish."
"Ok fine, we'll go. We're not backing out of it, by the way, you get what you get. Capisce?" All Mason did was roll his eyes after Owen had 'melted his heart' with his desperate puppy-dog eyes. "Yeah sure," Owen said happily, picking up a can of grapefruit. Seeing that it expires in a few days so it was still edible. "How the fuck am I supposed to get this open?" Owen, of course, was being stupid. So, he was looking at the bottom of the can instead of the top. Which was one of those pull back cans. "You're definitely not the brightest of the bunch…." Mason muttered. He went over to him and flipped the can over, then set it back into his hand. Mason opened a can of beans he planned on using. The kitchen had a few Bunsen burners as backups if the power went out. Because, in this part of the world, there were quite a few hurricanes and other natural disasters.
Owen watched as Mason turned the Bunsen burners on, staring at him as Mason started to cook his beans. Owen decided he should probably eat something else other than grapefruit. He took some beans as well, going beside him, preparing the food. The most 'gourmet' food he's had in awhile; he was quite looking forward to it. "Do you think Henry made it?" Owen asks, deciding to rip off the band-aid and finally ask the question he's been dying to ask. He was sure that Mason probably knew about Henry. "Who?"