Post by jeremy118 on Nov 5, 2009 21:06:18 GMT -5
Name: Jeremy Samson
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Appearance: Shaggy black hair decorates his head, while stern wise eyes stare hard with blue iris. His body is well built after years of military training and missions along with taking the super human serum.
Weapon: Colt 1911 pistol along with any weapon he can get his hands on from Haven’s arsenal. Of course, his hands are one of his deadliest weapons to boot.
History: Born to a middle class family near the beginning of the Vietnam War, Jeremy never knew much of luxury. Along with that, his father was killed after being called off to southeast Asia, so the boy grew up an only child with a single mother. They lived on the eastern coast of the U.S. in a small Oceanside town. Life was simple and to the point, especially with his mother working as a nurse in a medical clinic, while also taking care of him and keeping the house in order. Not having a father around to help out, Jeremy had to pick up the slack and take on responsibilities that forced him to mature faster.
Childhood? What childhood. Jeremy’s responsibilities at home cut out most of his time to go outside and hang with any other children his age. Day to day life consisted of school, cleaning, cooking, yard work, and other assorted jobs that one must do around their humble abode. Of course this was all to take a massive load off his mother’s back, who struggled to keep the family fed, clothed, and housed even while working overtime in regular intervals. Almost every night his mother came home, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot meal and sleep. Whatever quality time they did have had to be spent while both doing certain tasks. Days off were usually not days of relaxation, but days of catching up if you were behind.
On top of that, it was difficult for the boy to keep up his grades. He rarely achieved the coveted A+, always getting either B’s or C’s. This tract continued on through high school, the boy carrying average grades as he had minimal contact with whatever friends he could make. The school years blurred by him until senior year, when things started to turn bad in the little town he resided in. It all happened in the middle of senior year. Newspapers began turning up with reports of animal attacks at separate locations around town. At first, these attacks we’re isolated and very random. However, over time they got more frequent and regular, and before anyone could blink an eye, the small towns population was beginning to shorten drastically. Suddenly Jeremy’s mother was worried about him every time he left for school, and the feeling mutual when his mother left for the clinic. Nobody knew what was attacking and killing everyone, but it was clear that it wouldn’t stop until it was killed.
Pretty soon, schools along with most jobs around town closed down, and the police took up arms for a massive hunt. Families stayed at home, waiting for news of what was to come. Days passed with locked doors and windows, radios and tv sets tuned to the local stations. The waiting was excruciating and wrought with fear and worry. Some families’ very mothers and fathers were out in the hunt, police duties obligating them to leave. From their home, Jeremy and his mother watched it all, whether it be from the radio, TV, or plain looking out the windows watching the police cars drive by in a rush. Even with the hunt escalating to such a state, more and more deaths began to turn up, half of them on the police force.
Of course, the household had to be supplied with food, and the only way to travel to the store and pick it up. The grocery store was one of the only places still open, however it had equipped guards protecting it. Jeremy left with money given to him by his mother and cautiously made his way across town. From the reports, the animal or whatever it was, still rested on the outer edges of the town, but one could never be too safe. The weather was cold, with a slight breeze picking up occasionally. It caused Jeremy to pull his denim jacket tighter to fight back the chilled bite. The boy was almost near the grocery store, but he avoided the usual side roads and alleys he took. Those were too isolated and if whatever that thing was caught him, he could die pretty fast. Jeremy moved quickly, almost at a jog as he crossed town.
Of course, unexpected things happen, and that’s exactly what occurred. The young adult was near the store, he could see the police cars parked along the side of the street. He was close to getting the items and getting home as fast as he could. Yet, in front of him, his cool eyes caught the site of a man running. Whoever this man was, his clothes signified he was an officer, and his clothes were drenched in blood. The officer struggled up to Jeremy, clear wounded in his arm and a couple of spots on his chest. The young adult supported the officer as the wounded man spoke of what had happened to him.
“Not… animal.” His speech was broken as he tried to catch breaths and occasionally recoiled from pain. “People…” He choked, spitting a collection of blood from cracked lips to the pavement. “Impossibly fast and strong “ The officer clenched his eyes tight, groaning in discomfort. “ Get out…. Get out of the town.. too many, some of them are townsfolk.” That was all the man said before he sputtered a few gargled, illegible words and died. Jeremy was shocked, he didn’t know what to make of the officers words except he needed to get to his mother and get out of the town.
With haste and a twinge of fear rushing his movements, Jeremy stripped the officer of his sidearm and extra clips before rushing back to his house at a full sprint. Whatever had killed he officer, was suddenly spreading throughout the town. Gunfire and distant screams began to echo throughout the night. The cries of terror and sounds of battle urged him on more. His quickened movement became fueled by fear alone as he came to his street. However, Jeremy was hit with a black thunderbolt of fresh fear as he came to his homes driveway. The door lay crashed open, the living room displayed to everyone. Jeremy brought up the pistol in his grasp and checked the chamber. He grimaced as the thing was out of ammo. With quick efficient movements he released the emptied clip and slid a fresh one home. He made a mental note that he only had two more left.
Carefully, Jeremy moved over his front lawn and slid across the threshold of the front door. The ironsights of the handgun scanned throughout the room, looking for anything. One thought kept surfacing in his mind, and that was simply, why the hell was it so dark. Truly, the clouds were dark and brooding, the lights in the house were out, but it seemed his eyes were taking ages to adjust. Of course, he was frozen in place when his eyes did adjust. Across the room, he could see his mothers hand just past the kitchen door. It wasn’t moving, and not only the fingers but the carpet of the living room was stained with a harsh amount of blood.
The sidearm rattled in Jeremy’s hands as the realization hit him that his only living parent was gone from his life. Yet suddenly, a subtle movement next to him made it clear he was not alone. However, he was so stricken with grief, the boy couldn’t move fast enough. The sidearm as slapped out of his grasp with a substantial amount of pain following the contact. Jeremy yelled out in anguish before a solid fist to his cheek floored him. The human was stunned, unable to create a thought without it being jumbled, he only barely registered the mocking and arrogant voice.
“Yes, that’s it, struggle. Make the blood pump faster.” IN truth, the human was crawling on the floor, attempting to get to his fallen mother, just for one last look at her. Jeremy only made it a couple feet before a solid impact on his stomach, sent him across the room into the wall. Incredible jolts of pain coursed through his body, causing gargled cries to leave his lips. All sense was lost to him as he nearly forgot exactly where he was. Jeremy’s cool eyes locked on the ceiling, enduring the agony in his body, until he detected the man in his house moving closer. Suddenly, anger was rising deep within his chest at the person who had slain his mother and broken into his home. Yet it dawned on Jeremy that he could do nothing to save his own life, but that did not stop the defiant stare from boring deep within the man’s eyes.
A rather sinister grin rested on the killer’s lips, and Jeremy finally saw two long sharp fangs. The boy’s eyes widened for he did not know what this man was truly. What else could he be except for a human? Yet no, it was clear that he was something else. His strength was enough to pick up his mother’s car and his speed was something Jeremy could barely follow. Yet did this all really matter when he was about to die anyway? The boy hurt and in pain on the floor only glared as the man came close enough to breathe on him.
Yet suddenly, very clear impacts hit the killers shoulder and grazed his neck. The man fell in a heap and snapped a hand to his shoulder wound. Surprise filtered into Jeremy and he looked at the front door to see a man holding a rifle pointed directly at the vampire so nearby. Quiet puffs were heard from the rifle as silenced rounds connected with the killers skull. The boy on the ground lay there stunned as the man moved over to him. “You okay son? Can you walk?” Jeremy only shook his head slowly, far too stunned to speak. “Shit.” Was all the man said before he leisurely scooped up Jeremy with one arm, as if he was just a sack of potatoes. Being placed on the man’s shoulders, they moved outside quickly to a waiting vehicle. Jeremy was placed in the rear of the car with haste and after which, the man slipped into the driver seat and took off.
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Hours later, Jeremy lay in the backseat of the vehicle, as the his mysterious savior drove down the highway. Other cars from the town had joined them, pulling along survivors from the attack. The boy only had was able to watch for but a few moments before the man driving began speaking.
“Are you the only surviving member of your family?”
“Yes.” The word was spoken with a clear jolt of sorrow, the memory of his mothers hand simply laying still torturing him.
“What’s your name son?”
“Jeremy. Jeremy Samson.”
The young adult observed a simple nod from his saviors head before the man spoke again. “Well listen here Jeremy, I’ve got an offer for you.” The man driving took a hand off the wheel and got comfortable. “ I know this is a hard time for you, but I can offer you a chance to get back at the things that did this. All you have to do is agree too it. Legally, you’ll be marked as dead and your relatives will be informed. Aside from that, you’ll be taken to an undisclosed location, and trained and equipped to fight the thing I just saved you from. This is only offered to those in your situation and if you refuse, you’ll be taken too a foster home. So what do you say kid?”
Jeremy’s response was quick and immediate. “Yes.” Vengeance was burning within him, and here he was being offered the chance to avenge his mother and destroyed town. Even as he thought about his decision, the car drove on until it came to a certain road. The vehicle peeled away from the rest and turned down the side, gravel road. It was followed by only a few cars from the train heading away from the town. All the vehicles bumped along the road until they came to an open clearing with a Chinook helicopter waiting. Jeremy’s savior left the drivers seat and peeled around the car. Without much finesse, the door was pulled open and the young adult in the backseat was pulled out with one arm. It was almost like he weighed the same as a feather for this guy. With ease, he was carried towards the helicopter and towards his future.
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A year and a half, Jeremy had spent training in a secret location with other men and women his age. They were taught to kill and survive. Hand to hand came first, spending time on that area each morning along with condition and calisthenics. Of course, eventually firearms were worked into the mix. Several different types of weapons were customized specifically for them and they were taught how to operate, clean, and store them accordingly. The group of orphaned men and women soon became a fighting force against the threat of vampires. Truly, that’s what they were up against, a race of undead that thrived on human blood. Alongside that, it turned out the man that had saved him from the vampire in his home that day, was actually a test subject for a new serum. That serum would make a human just as tough, strong, and fast as a vampire. It was clear that upon graduating the training, each of them would receive injections of the stuff. Of course, after the injections, they had to go through a shorter retraining to get used to their new reflexes, strength, and speed.
Then came the day they were sent on their first mission. An attack on a small town, that was known to be infested with the vampires. The leeches posed as everyday humans to draw in tourists, only to have said tourists become their next meal. The Unit of super humans moved in and cleaned out the place, their training giving them increased effectiveness against the immortals. After that success, they received more and more missions, spanning from simple search and rescues, to full on assaults on known hiding locations.
Now, at the dawn of the great war, Jeremy was now a leader of two squads of the secretly trained force. The once 18 year old scared boy was now a 31 year old veteran, holding one of the highest ranked position in the secret group of super humans. Their funds came from the government through slick, untraceable channels not meant for even the president to be privy too. Yet, this was when the great war between humans and immortals started. Not only did the veteran have to deal with getting his squad through vampire attacks, but werewolves as well. Over the time of constant fighting and death, he began to see the difference in the races. In truth, he did have to fight and kill werewolves, but he had no love or relish of it as he did with the vampires. The wolves were simply fighting for their survival, but on the other hand, the vampires lived on the death of humans. Not to mention, his mother had died at the hands of the race. His hatred for vampires grew with each victim he found of their fangs.
At the wars end, it became bluntly apparent that the squad was out of the job. However, over time it became clear that the world was going to hell and they were all along for the ride. The military began to collapse, while the US went into complete chaos from the treaty slowly breaking down. Jeremy, simply left for New York, followed by several of his subordinates from his soldering days. His only reason for going to the state, was because he knew the rest of his family was there. Yet the problem lied in travel, as gas stations began to empty and travel became very dangerous. Even with that, a new threat appeared, in the form of deformed, bloodlusted immortals. They fought longer and harder than what the squad was used to taking on.
In one particular battle, things were going bad. Three of Jeremy’s men were already wounded and they were getting low on ammunition to boot. It was only by sheer misfortune that he did not see the beast coming from his blindside. A swift shoulder tackle sent Jeremy to the earth roughly. The super human grimaced and raised his rifle to pump rounds into the disfigured freak, but shock jolted his body as the rifle gave the tell tale click that the magazine was empty. Jeremy breathed a single word. “Shit.” Just before a pair of arrows impacted the beasts chest, sending it stumbling back. Then suddenly, another pair hit its head, knocking the beast flat to the ground and ending its life. Jeremy snapped his vision to the year to see a man and woman, both garbed darkly, yet the man held a bow in hand. Apparently he’d been the one to save the old super humans life.
The veteran soldier pushed himself up from the ground and made his way over to the two, extending his hand. However, the man simply did not shake it but only nodded. A few of Jeremy’s men came over while the rest attended the wounded. The super human leader only nodded in return and took his hand back before speaking. “Does the man who saved my skin have a name?”
“Jerome.”
The super nodded and gave his own. “Jeremy.” It was at this point the thought surfaced in his mind, that they would need as many people as they could get on their trip to New York, and it was clear that the arrows could be reused over and over again. Not to mention it was clear that this guy was a dead shot and could save lives throughout the entire trip. The leaders mind was made up rather quickly and he started to speak again. “I have an offer Jerome. Come with us, help us. We could really use you on this excursion. We’re trying to get to New York and with my men’s current supplies, I’m not totally sure we can make. Would you assist us?”
Jerome began to answer but was cut off by a roar in the distance. One of the outsiders was still alive and charging. Suddenly, a growl erupted from Jerome and the woman’s throat, the growl of werewolves. Realization dawned on Jeremy as he backed up slowly, hand snapping to his sidearm as a precaution. Quickly however, the few of Jeremy’s men that still had ammunition, silenced the beast with quick, controlled bursts. The monstrosity hit the ground in a heap before it lay still, unmoving.
It took time for Jeremy to remove his hand from the sidearm resting at his hips. He alone knew that werewolves were not vampires. Some chose not to prey on humans and instead, feasted on animals like their more feral counterparts. In moments, the male wolf’s eyes returned to the super leaders with suspicion before he spoke. “That offer still stand Jeremy?”
Without hesitation, the super nodded and extended his hand again. “If you don’t mind to shake on it this time. “ In a second, the wolf extended his hand and shook it, which just effectively added the first two immortals into his squad.
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Months passed and New York had degraded to nothing but a rundown city, electricity had stopped a few weeks ago and now, Jeremy and his squad were in the process of fortifying a certain building near the docks. Not only would this be there base of operations, but it would be a safe house for any humans survivors they found in the city. Nearby military bases were raided and supplies were snatched up, most notability, the UV lighting fixtures that certain bases had. These would be effective in protecting the stronghold from vampiric attack. It took time, long hours into the night and sleepless weeks to get the place up and running. The only reason they were able to last so long without rest, was the sheer factor of them being super humans.
Yet after a few months time, the stronghold was up and functional, and was ready to take on residents. Not only did Jeremy’s squad scout the city for survivors day to day, but the two wolves that had helped them helped in the aid. Their extreme senses and abilities came in major aid when escorting humans through the city and detecting outsiders near. Their help was invaluable until the day Jerome and his mate disappeared for longer than two weeks.
Jeremy at first, was rather worried about the two, his thoughts passing over the both of them. Of course, after a time, Jerome returned alone and related the tale of his mates death to the now creator and leader of Haven. After hearing the news, he felt a pang of grief at the loss for over the time of Jerome’s mate being around, he had formed a friendship with the woman, but an even deeper one with the wolf that had saved his life. He could almost feel his friends pain as the days of the apocalypse pressed on and he worked to collect and save supplies, rescue survivors and work to protect the human race still in the city.
Nickname:
Gender: Male
Age: 56
Appearance: Shaggy black hair decorates his head, while stern wise eyes stare hard with blue iris. His body is well built after years of military training and missions along with taking the super human serum.
Weapon: Colt 1911 pistol along with any weapon he can get his hands on from Haven’s arsenal. Of course, his hands are one of his deadliest weapons to boot.
History: Born to a middle class family near the beginning of the Vietnam War, Jeremy never knew much of luxury. Along with that, his father was killed after being called off to southeast Asia, so the boy grew up an only child with a single mother. They lived on the eastern coast of the U.S. in a small Oceanside town. Life was simple and to the point, especially with his mother working as a nurse in a medical clinic, while also taking care of him and keeping the house in order. Not having a father around to help out, Jeremy had to pick up the slack and take on responsibilities that forced him to mature faster.
Childhood? What childhood. Jeremy’s responsibilities at home cut out most of his time to go outside and hang with any other children his age. Day to day life consisted of school, cleaning, cooking, yard work, and other assorted jobs that one must do around their humble abode. Of course this was all to take a massive load off his mother’s back, who struggled to keep the family fed, clothed, and housed even while working overtime in regular intervals. Almost every night his mother came home, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than a hot meal and sleep. Whatever quality time they did have had to be spent while both doing certain tasks. Days off were usually not days of relaxation, but days of catching up if you were behind.
On top of that, it was difficult for the boy to keep up his grades. He rarely achieved the coveted A+, always getting either B’s or C’s. This tract continued on through high school, the boy carrying average grades as he had minimal contact with whatever friends he could make. The school years blurred by him until senior year, when things started to turn bad in the little town he resided in. It all happened in the middle of senior year. Newspapers began turning up with reports of animal attacks at separate locations around town. At first, these attacks we’re isolated and very random. However, over time they got more frequent and regular, and before anyone could blink an eye, the small towns population was beginning to shorten drastically. Suddenly Jeremy’s mother was worried about him every time he left for school, and the feeling mutual when his mother left for the clinic. Nobody knew what was attacking and killing everyone, but it was clear that it wouldn’t stop until it was killed.
Pretty soon, schools along with most jobs around town closed down, and the police took up arms for a massive hunt. Families stayed at home, waiting for news of what was to come. Days passed with locked doors and windows, radios and tv sets tuned to the local stations. The waiting was excruciating and wrought with fear and worry. Some families’ very mothers and fathers were out in the hunt, police duties obligating them to leave. From their home, Jeremy and his mother watched it all, whether it be from the radio, TV, or plain looking out the windows watching the police cars drive by in a rush. Even with the hunt escalating to such a state, more and more deaths began to turn up, half of them on the police force.
Of course, the household had to be supplied with food, and the only way to travel to the store and pick it up. The grocery store was one of the only places still open, however it had equipped guards protecting it. Jeremy left with money given to him by his mother and cautiously made his way across town. From the reports, the animal or whatever it was, still rested on the outer edges of the town, but one could never be too safe. The weather was cold, with a slight breeze picking up occasionally. It caused Jeremy to pull his denim jacket tighter to fight back the chilled bite. The boy was almost near the grocery store, but he avoided the usual side roads and alleys he took. Those were too isolated and if whatever that thing was caught him, he could die pretty fast. Jeremy moved quickly, almost at a jog as he crossed town.
Of course, unexpected things happen, and that’s exactly what occurred. The young adult was near the store, he could see the police cars parked along the side of the street. He was close to getting the items and getting home as fast as he could. Yet, in front of him, his cool eyes caught the site of a man running. Whoever this man was, his clothes signified he was an officer, and his clothes were drenched in blood. The officer struggled up to Jeremy, clear wounded in his arm and a couple of spots on his chest. The young adult supported the officer as the wounded man spoke of what had happened to him.
“Not… animal.” His speech was broken as he tried to catch breaths and occasionally recoiled from pain. “People…” He choked, spitting a collection of blood from cracked lips to the pavement. “Impossibly fast and strong “ The officer clenched his eyes tight, groaning in discomfort. “ Get out…. Get out of the town.. too many, some of them are townsfolk.” That was all the man said before he sputtered a few gargled, illegible words and died. Jeremy was shocked, he didn’t know what to make of the officers words except he needed to get to his mother and get out of the town.
With haste and a twinge of fear rushing his movements, Jeremy stripped the officer of his sidearm and extra clips before rushing back to his house at a full sprint. Whatever had killed he officer, was suddenly spreading throughout the town. Gunfire and distant screams began to echo throughout the night. The cries of terror and sounds of battle urged him on more. His quickened movement became fueled by fear alone as he came to his street. However, Jeremy was hit with a black thunderbolt of fresh fear as he came to his homes driveway. The door lay crashed open, the living room displayed to everyone. Jeremy brought up the pistol in his grasp and checked the chamber. He grimaced as the thing was out of ammo. With quick efficient movements he released the emptied clip and slid a fresh one home. He made a mental note that he only had two more left.
Carefully, Jeremy moved over his front lawn and slid across the threshold of the front door. The ironsights of the handgun scanned throughout the room, looking for anything. One thought kept surfacing in his mind, and that was simply, why the hell was it so dark. Truly, the clouds were dark and brooding, the lights in the house were out, but it seemed his eyes were taking ages to adjust. Of course, he was frozen in place when his eyes did adjust. Across the room, he could see his mothers hand just past the kitchen door. It wasn’t moving, and not only the fingers but the carpet of the living room was stained with a harsh amount of blood.
The sidearm rattled in Jeremy’s hands as the realization hit him that his only living parent was gone from his life. Yet suddenly, a subtle movement next to him made it clear he was not alone. However, he was so stricken with grief, the boy couldn’t move fast enough. The sidearm as slapped out of his grasp with a substantial amount of pain following the contact. Jeremy yelled out in anguish before a solid fist to his cheek floored him. The human was stunned, unable to create a thought without it being jumbled, he only barely registered the mocking and arrogant voice.
“Yes, that’s it, struggle. Make the blood pump faster.” IN truth, the human was crawling on the floor, attempting to get to his fallen mother, just for one last look at her. Jeremy only made it a couple feet before a solid impact on his stomach, sent him across the room into the wall. Incredible jolts of pain coursed through his body, causing gargled cries to leave his lips. All sense was lost to him as he nearly forgot exactly where he was. Jeremy’s cool eyes locked on the ceiling, enduring the agony in his body, until he detected the man in his house moving closer. Suddenly, anger was rising deep within his chest at the person who had slain his mother and broken into his home. Yet it dawned on Jeremy that he could do nothing to save his own life, but that did not stop the defiant stare from boring deep within the man’s eyes.
A rather sinister grin rested on the killer’s lips, and Jeremy finally saw two long sharp fangs. The boy’s eyes widened for he did not know what this man was truly. What else could he be except for a human? Yet no, it was clear that he was something else. His strength was enough to pick up his mother’s car and his speed was something Jeremy could barely follow. Yet did this all really matter when he was about to die anyway? The boy hurt and in pain on the floor only glared as the man came close enough to breathe on him.
Yet suddenly, very clear impacts hit the killers shoulder and grazed his neck. The man fell in a heap and snapped a hand to his shoulder wound. Surprise filtered into Jeremy and he looked at the front door to see a man holding a rifle pointed directly at the vampire so nearby. Quiet puffs were heard from the rifle as silenced rounds connected with the killers skull. The boy on the ground lay there stunned as the man moved over to him. “You okay son? Can you walk?” Jeremy only shook his head slowly, far too stunned to speak. “Shit.” Was all the man said before he leisurely scooped up Jeremy with one arm, as if he was just a sack of potatoes. Being placed on the man’s shoulders, they moved outside quickly to a waiting vehicle. Jeremy was placed in the rear of the car with haste and after which, the man slipped into the driver seat and took off.
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Hours later, Jeremy lay in the backseat of the vehicle, as the his mysterious savior drove down the highway. Other cars from the town had joined them, pulling along survivors from the attack. The boy only had was able to watch for but a few moments before the man driving began speaking.
“Are you the only surviving member of your family?”
“Yes.” The word was spoken with a clear jolt of sorrow, the memory of his mothers hand simply laying still torturing him.
“What’s your name son?”
“Jeremy. Jeremy Samson.”
The young adult observed a simple nod from his saviors head before the man spoke again. “Well listen here Jeremy, I’ve got an offer for you.” The man driving took a hand off the wheel and got comfortable. “ I know this is a hard time for you, but I can offer you a chance to get back at the things that did this. All you have to do is agree too it. Legally, you’ll be marked as dead and your relatives will be informed. Aside from that, you’ll be taken to an undisclosed location, and trained and equipped to fight the thing I just saved you from. This is only offered to those in your situation and if you refuse, you’ll be taken too a foster home. So what do you say kid?”
Jeremy’s response was quick and immediate. “Yes.” Vengeance was burning within him, and here he was being offered the chance to avenge his mother and destroyed town. Even as he thought about his decision, the car drove on until it came to a certain road. The vehicle peeled away from the rest and turned down the side, gravel road. It was followed by only a few cars from the train heading away from the town. All the vehicles bumped along the road until they came to an open clearing with a Chinook helicopter waiting. Jeremy’s savior left the drivers seat and peeled around the car. Without much finesse, the door was pulled open and the young adult in the backseat was pulled out with one arm. It was almost like he weighed the same as a feather for this guy. With ease, he was carried towards the helicopter and towards his future.
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A year and a half, Jeremy had spent training in a secret location with other men and women his age. They were taught to kill and survive. Hand to hand came first, spending time on that area each morning along with condition and calisthenics. Of course, eventually firearms were worked into the mix. Several different types of weapons were customized specifically for them and they were taught how to operate, clean, and store them accordingly. The group of orphaned men and women soon became a fighting force against the threat of vampires. Truly, that’s what they were up against, a race of undead that thrived on human blood. Alongside that, it turned out the man that had saved him from the vampire in his home that day, was actually a test subject for a new serum. That serum would make a human just as tough, strong, and fast as a vampire. It was clear that upon graduating the training, each of them would receive injections of the stuff. Of course, after the injections, they had to go through a shorter retraining to get used to their new reflexes, strength, and speed.
Then came the day they were sent on their first mission. An attack on a small town, that was known to be infested with the vampires. The leeches posed as everyday humans to draw in tourists, only to have said tourists become their next meal. The Unit of super humans moved in and cleaned out the place, their training giving them increased effectiveness against the immortals. After that success, they received more and more missions, spanning from simple search and rescues, to full on assaults on known hiding locations.
Now, at the dawn of the great war, Jeremy was now a leader of two squads of the secretly trained force. The once 18 year old scared boy was now a 31 year old veteran, holding one of the highest ranked position in the secret group of super humans. Their funds came from the government through slick, untraceable channels not meant for even the president to be privy too. Yet, this was when the great war between humans and immortals started. Not only did the veteran have to deal with getting his squad through vampire attacks, but werewolves as well. Over the time of constant fighting and death, he began to see the difference in the races. In truth, he did have to fight and kill werewolves, but he had no love or relish of it as he did with the vampires. The wolves were simply fighting for their survival, but on the other hand, the vampires lived on the death of humans. Not to mention, his mother had died at the hands of the race. His hatred for vampires grew with each victim he found of their fangs.
At the wars end, it became bluntly apparent that the squad was out of the job. However, over time it became clear that the world was going to hell and they were all along for the ride. The military began to collapse, while the US went into complete chaos from the treaty slowly breaking down. Jeremy, simply left for New York, followed by several of his subordinates from his soldering days. His only reason for going to the state, was because he knew the rest of his family was there. Yet the problem lied in travel, as gas stations began to empty and travel became very dangerous. Even with that, a new threat appeared, in the form of deformed, bloodlusted immortals. They fought longer and harder than what the squad was used to taking on.
In one particular battle, things were going bad. Three of Jeremy’s men were already wounded and they were getting low on ammunition to boot. It was only by sheer misfortune that he did not see the beast coming from his blindside. A swift shoulder tackle sent Jeremy to the earth roughly. The super human grimaced and raised his rifle to pump rounds into the disfigured freak, but shock jolted his body as the rifle gave the tell tale click that the magazine was empty. Jeremy breathed a single word. “Shit.” Just before a pair of arrows impacted the beasts chest, sending it stumbling back. Then suddenly, another pair hit its head, knocking the beast flat to the ground and ending its life. Jeremy snapped his vision to the year to see a man and woman, both garbed darkly, yet the man held a bow in hand. Apparently he’d been the one to save the old super humans life.
The veteran soldier pushed himself up from the ground and made his way over to the two, extending his hand. However, the man simply did not shake it but only nodded. A few of Jeremy’s men came over while the rest attended the wounded. The super human leader only nodded in return and took his hand back before speaking. “Does the man who saved my skin have a name?”
“Jerome.”
The super nodded and gave his own. “Jeremy.” It was at this point the thought surfaced in his mind, that they would need as many people as they could get on their trip to New York, and it was clear that the arrows could be reused over and over again. Not to mention it was clear that this guy was a dead shot and could save lives throughout the entire trip. The leaders mind was made up rather quickly and he started to speak again. “I have an offer Jerome. Come with us, help us. We could really use you on this excursion. We’re trying to get to New York and with my men’s current supplies, I’m not totally sure we can make. Would you assist us?”
Jerome began to answer but was cut off by a roar in the distance. One of the outsiders was still alive and charging. Suddenly, a growl erupted from Jerome and the woman’s throat, the growl of werewolves. Realization dawned on Jeremy as he backed up slowly, hand snapping to his sidearm as a precaution. Quickly however, the few of Jeremy’s men that still had ammunition, silenced the beast with quick, controlled bursts. The monstrosity hit the ground in a heap before it lay still, unmoving.
It took time for Jeremy to remove his hand from the sidearm resting at his hips. He alone knew that werewolves were not vampires. Some chose not to prey on humans and instead, feasted on animals like their more feral counterparts. In moments, the male wolf’s eyes returned to the super leaders with suspicion before he spoke. “That offer still stand Jeremy?”
Without hesitation, the super nodded and extended his hand again. “If you don’t mind to shake on it this time. “ In a second, the wolf extended his hand and shook it, which just effectively added the first two immortals into his squad.
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Months passed and New York had degraded to nothing but a rundown city, electricity had stopped a few weeks ago and now, Jeremy and his squad were in the process of fortifying a certain building near the docks. Not only would this be there base of operations, but it would be a safe house for any humans survivors they found in the city. Nearby military bases were raided and supplies were snatched up, most notability, the UV lighting fixtures that certain bases had. These would be effective in protecting the stronghold from vampiric attack. It took time, long hours into the night and sleepless weeks to get the place up and running. The only reason they were able to last so long without rest, was the sheer factor of them being super humans.
Yet after a few months time, the stronghold was up and functional, and was ready to take on residents. Not only did Jeremy’s squad scout the city for survivors day to day, but the two wolves that had helped them helped in the aid. Their extreme senses and abilities came in major aid when escorting humans through the city and detecting outsiders near. Their help was invaluable until the day Jerome and his mate disappeared for longer than two weeks.
Jeremy at first, was rather worried about the two, his thoughts passing over the both of them. Of course, after a time, Jerome returned alone and related the tale of his mates death to the now creator and leader of Haven. After hearing the news, he felt a pang of grief at the loss for over the time of Jerome’s mate being around, he had formed a friendship with the woman, but an even deeper one with the wolf that had saved his life. He could almost feel his friends pain as the days of the apocalypse pressed on and he worked to collect and save supplies, rescue survivors and work to protect the human race still in the city.