Vampire's Day (Book 1): Epicenter by Yuri Hamaganov Page A

he thought about the vampires, one of which he became now. In one must they are right - during the fighting will be many wounded. Many wounded vampires, and many wounded people, who fight these bloodsuckers, these people need medical attention. They need his help.
    He should try to help them at all costs, even if they killed him. This was the only way he could avenge the eleven-year-girl, whose throat he cut for the sake of her blood. This was the only way he could get revenge on them for what they did to him.

35. Jimenez in the operations center
     
    She briefly fell asleep, leaning her head on the cold gray wall. She dreamed of shots, cars and shots again, and then she dreamed that she was sitting on a small metal chair in a narrow corridor of a strange building in the city center.
    Opening her eyes, she found herself sitting on a small metal chair in a narrow corridor. There were no people near, just a series of closed steel door, with one soldier in a black uniform and an opaque helmet on duty at the fire exit, occasionally glancing out the window.
    Jimenez slowly got up and went to the Japanese coffee machine, which seemed to still be working. The coffee in it no longer exists, but there is a tea that she usually can’t stand. Well, in an emergency, tea was good enough, especially with lots of sugar.
    Sipping tea, she asked the soldier.
    “Brother, how long should I sit here?”
    “I don’t know, officer, I don’t know.”
    “What's happening on the street?”
    “Fuck up.”
    “Can I see?”
    Los Angeles burned. Flames rose over private houses, burst from the windows of apartment buildings, smoke drifted through the streets. And there was screaming. And shooting, a lot of shooting. Ten floors below, on an empty parking lot in a semicircle, were five armored Humvees and military vehicles on tracks, similar to a small tank. Before it were a few burned cars and many bodies, four dozen or so.
    “How much time? Wow, I slept almost two hours.”
    She suddenly saw an Apache flying between the burning blocks . Rapid white line stretched to him from the burning houses, helicopter shuddered as if struck the wall and began to fall, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
    “Fuck, the second in an hour! Get down!”
    The soldier threw her on the floor, as a short round hit the glass. Jimenez realized that this time she was not threatened – the armored glass was intact, although covered with small chips.
    “Coming closer, bitches.”
    “Who is coming?”
    “Smart vampires. They follow the crazies, as behind the shield. Looks like we already under siege. It is good what they don’t have an RPG. Still don’t have.”
    Behind the door opened, and in the corridor was a nervous girl in a uniform without insignia.
    “Officer Jimenez? Come here, they are waiting for you!”
    “At last!”
    She went into the headquarters, full of computers and people in uniform. On a separate table, there are two men, one white, one black, both in the same expensive suits.
    “Officer Jimenez? Very glad to see you.” The white man extended his hand. “I am Mr. Smith, and this is my partner, Mr. Jones, no need to know the real names We are very grateful to you for the rifle that you brought to us, no one else could do that. And now we have to ask you again for help - please tell us in as much detail as possible about everything that happened to you today.”
    “I've already said everything in the car when I drove here, and then a second time, when they brought me here. Why again?”
    “Some very important people will hear you now. Look.”
    Smith wasn’t mistaken about important people. On a huge screen military and civilian people were looking at her, many of whom she knew and had seen on TV. She had voted for one of them in the last election.
    “Miss Jimenez, as far as we know, you're the only police officer who managed to get out of the airport. You were in the midst of an attack from the first minute, but you managed to survive