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Kittery had been perfect, it had a water front for fishing, it was slightly isolated along the coast, it had been a fairly small abandoned town, and it was in relatively good repair. She was beyond happy when she had settled in, and she had been even happier when a tribe of werewolves agreed to leave her be when she first arrived. It was odd she never had been fond of the mutts before then, they always scared the shit out of her, and probably because of the first one she ever met ripped her to shreds. It had taken 5 years of hard work before the place was livable for her and her son; during that time she had even repaired some of the other buildings around the area under the werewolves unwavering gaze. Soon after her son Caleb named the town Remembrance, it seemed an appropriate name for the abandoned town.
After about 8 years the wolves began requesting that the human members of their clan move into one of the buildings. Not long after that they were able to restore power to the town through a small dam up river, with power came running water, then the sewage systems. Some of the boats had been repaired not long after the werewolves moved in to the town with their mates. It was funny to think just how long it really had been. 10 years of hard work and the town had been restored with a small population living in it; staying hidden from the Vampuric Order. In the end they had repaired about 22 houses, 3 fishing boats, 3 boat houses, a general store, the police station, a small restaurant that they now made into a bar, and a car repair shop they had ironically turned into a smithy for horse shoes and tools. The roads in and out of town were long since destroyed by the plant life and floods that were common in the area. All of the various attempts at finding others in the wilderness of the north were met with a sad reminder of just what had brought them all to this point.
Life was hard, but it was easier in a community that trusted one another, and after so many years of living so close they had grown dependent on each memberās skill and labor. The town was livable now, the fields to the west yielded hay for the live stock, food for the humans, and cotton for cloth. This year they had finally finished the independent electrical generator at the old mill it let them keep things refrigerated, frozen, and stored for the long winters. They always tried to keep everything ran off electricity; never knowing if smoke would attract unwanted attention. Even being this far north the Vampire Republic might notice them, and the idea of that frightened her beyond reason. These humans and wolves were her children now, and she could not fathom letting them be enslaved or killed any more then she could fathom them killing her own son.
Josephina's long, pale, graceful fingers stroked the dust off the front of the voice recorder that she clutched in her hands as she thought. She was leaning against an old wooden fence pole not far from the small settlement. She sighed and hit play as her bright blue eyes looked over the ocean not far away the first glimmers of dawn lighting the horizon over the black sea. Her red hair fell in ringlets around her face and shoulders as the wind gently tossed it about. She didn't look like she was a year older then 16, but her eyes portrayed a wisdom far beyond the confines of her youthful features. The voice on the recorder was a woman's calm, beautiful, with a tone that sounded almost like she was telling a good joke, but the tone quickly turns to sadness and despair.
"The year is 2038 we all witnessed the gates of hell open on the 25th of December 2012, and from that time we continue to strive for freedom. I really don't know how it started. I just remember the death, the chaos, and the darkness. I was only a little girl after all, just 8 when it all happened. I remember the news reports I remember the images of the creatures ripping themselves from the gateway. And then I remember them.... It seemed odd, people that I had seen on the street at night, people that we thought we knew. People that turned out to not really be people at all, but more like things? Yesā¦Things would be a good description. They fed off of us.. the living.. and when the gateway opened I guess there was no reason for them to pretend anymore? Pretend... HA!.. yeah I guess that's the truth. Once the super natural world was reviled, they didn't need to worry about the game anymore. So the Vampires stopped playing after the Mages opened the gateway, then it all went downhill. The humans fought, valiantly even, for almost a year. But the Vampires had control of everything.. they had puppets in every office.. in every system of government. So even when we tried to fight they just shut us down. In July 2014 the non aggression pact was signed between them and us."
"Most of us that were left were shipped off to breeding colonies in various areas all over the world. Concentration camps would have been a kind way to put it.. Death camps would have been more truthful. Those that went peacefully believing the propaganda, were experimented on, lobotomized, and/or used as slaves. I was lucky I was above the 36 parallel.. the line the Were-wolves took as their own in North America. Lucky though is one way of putting it.. Unlucky could easily be used to describe it as well. Vampires may be dead things that took our freedom, our lives, and our world.. but were-wolves are creatures that hunt us much like deer. North America has gone back to the wilds. Electricity, gas, sky scrapers, grocery stores, hell even roads are not much more than a memory anymore. But!...... that doesn't stop humanity from trying to survive among the ruins. We live in small packs in the wilds, some of us even have treaties with the local were-wolf packs. Vampires are an ever present worry though. They aren't supposed to go above the 36 parallel, but that doesn't mean they don't.. That's why we started the "Hunters" we hunt everything from Vampires to wolves, and of course every fucking Mage we come across. But I really don't think even with all that, even with the talent we have that we can ever go back to the way it was before."
A mans voice sounds in the background, "Get ready they're coming!!" His voice panicked seeming out of place with the woman's voice; there is a slight pause.
Then she starts talking again her words a little rushed,
"Before all hell broke loose, before when we were the rulers of Earth.. or so we thought. I'm making this so some one maybe will remember that humans were once free... And maybe remember me.. I'm Elsa Roberts a member of the last human remnants of Chicago. The date is October 22nd 2038 let it be known we held out for 5 days before now. May God have Mercy on us all!!"
A loud crash is heard and gun fire then several screams before utter silence and the tape stops.
Jo had played this tape over and over.. It reminded her that others were out there, she had found it during one of her many searches for humans still held up in the wilds. In general she was lucky to find even one human alive and well, when she went searching.
Looking back at the small settlement hidden among the trees she grabbed the reins of her white horse that had been tied to a gnarled wooden pole. After turning the horse to the town she put one foot in the stirrup and swung her other leg over the creatures back. With a quiet click of her tongue she urged it into a light trot towards the glimmer of lights from the bar that sat near the dilapidated docks. The horseās foot falls echoed off the rocks next to the rough path that led along the coast. Jo pulled her jacket back over her shoulders, as she lay against the horseās neck avoiding the low hanging branches. The sun would be up soon and she had to get herself to home in the police station behind the bar. She had always thought it slightly ironic that they had given her the title of sheriff, she always thought of herself as one of the least law abiding individuals around, but the title gave her certain liberties as well. Her horse happily plodded on knowing that as soon as she reached her paddock grain and other treats would be waiting as they always did.