So, the war against the Vampires was over, it had been a hard fought battle, but we won. Nah, I'm just kidding, of course. It hadn't even begun yet, it was just a day later...but a guy can dream, right?
In reality, I was at home along with the rest of Group D. We were getting high. I mean, there was every chance that we could be killed soon, so we might as well enjoy ourselves while we still could. The Vampires that had headed north and east were about a third of the way there, and according to Atticus, the rest had begun moving to the west and south this morning, and would be here sometime between the day after tomorrow and the day after that.
