The vampires advanced from the tree line, their shadowy forms moving with unnatural speed and coordination. The eerie glow of their eyes cut through the night, fixed on New Haven with a ravenous hunger that seemed to make the very air tremble. The brief pause they'd had after the first wave now felt like a cruel trick, a moment's respite before the true horror descended upon them.
George's mind raced as he took stock of their situation. His team was exhausted, their resources dwindling, and yet the vampires kept coming, a tide of darkness and death that seemed intent on consuming everything he'd worked to protect. He took a steadying breath, forcing himself to stay focused.
Beside him, Lucy squared her shoulders, wiping a streak of blood from her cheek. "We can't let them get into New Haven, George," she murmured, her voice laced with determination. "We have to stop them here."
He nodded, gripping his stake tighter. "We will. Whatever it takes."
