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Black smoke comes out of the exhaust pipe as the car still won't start. It takes five more attempts before the classic car finally starts moving with a jolt.
Sometimes the old Impala seems to him like a zipper on some trouser fly.
One of those stupid ones that always gets stuck. The ones that only work when your fingers feel bloody.
Well, at least they're finally on the road.
The joy over the narrowly successful escape doesn't last long, however, because after a short time a column of cars becomes visible in the rearview mirror.
These fucking vampires.
You want to do something good for humanity and rid it of a nest of bloodsuckers, and you're rewarded with a race for your life.
Well, you could have just looked for another job instead of spending your life as an unpaid hunter.
Then there would even be a chance to have a real family, but the current one will have to do.
At least he knows that at home in the bunker Sam, Eileen, Cas and Jack are waiting for him and that thanks to Rowena the vampires won't get any further than 10km before the access road.