"I... Think Ragnor has a solid point. We can definitely beat the Zealots as long as we have the element of surprise. And if this goes well, then we won't have to worry about extinction ever again."

The blonde vixen looks up to you, as do most of the Wolves. Ragnor laughs, and pats you on the back. Gideon, on the other hand, merely frowns, closes his eyes, and announces, "Right. Welcome to the family, Vampy. I'd rest, we're all practically nocturnal here anyhow.

The cloaked Ragnor frowns, "Are you sure? I was just about to bring out the alcohol..."

"No alcohol, Ragnor. We have a long night tonight, lots of training we need to go through. I don't think some of us here have actually fought Zealots."

Ragnor nods, and the rest of the Wolves shuffle back to their blankets. Gideon shuts the lantern off, and heads down the hatch, disappearing after a thud.

Meanwhile, you find a piece of concrete that is comfortable enough to meditate on, and begin to close your eyes... Only to realize that all the Wolves are watching you for some reason. They're all smiling, and the pretty one in particular seems to watch you in the dark of day. At some point during the night, she leans towards you to whispers, "Hi, I'm Cecilia." She giggles.

"Uh, hi." You whisper back lamely.


The next couple of days fly by, and you manage to go over the histories of your new friends, as well as prepare them for the fight.

You ragnor's tale.

"Hey Vamp, take a seat." Ragnor calls out, waving you over to the off-kilter wooden bench he's sitting on. You comply; after several days and nights with barely any breaks, even sitting down to converse with the balding man who broke your Ghoul's neck sounds appealing. Plus, he can't exactly complain about not getting work done if he's taking a breather as well. If there's one thing you know about Ragnor, it's that he hates the Church more than anything. Except maybe the Professor; you've never really talked with him that much, after all. The cloaked man smiles at you, and helps sit you down with a heavy hand clutching onto your shoulder. "Hey man, I'm really glad you joined us," he begins, taking his arm off of you and bringing it in front for a handshake; you respond in kind.

"Not as glad as I am to have joined." You laugh, releasing.

"Don't be so sure. It was getting rather stale, just hiding out in a bunker until we run out of food. You've given us something to strive for."

"Fighting the Church?"

"Yeah." He nods, pauses, then shows out his palms to you in a waving motion, "I know, I know. Gideon's not exactly fond of it, but if it comes down to us and them, I vote us." Ragnor laughs. "You know, the moment you said that the Church is planning to destroy us, I already was planning on trying to overthrow the city."

"You seemed very confident about it." You nod, rubbing at your chin, "But why?"

"So that we have a stronghold strong enough that we won't be able to be exterminated that easily. We're a small group, the Creations. And it's not exactly a growing population either, at best you can ghoul whatever, but we can't breed normally. It takes more time for it to work, you know..."

You raise an eyebrow, amused, "You've tried?"

"Ha, back when I was practically mind-controlled by the Professor, yeah. Heck, he probably tried things with you while you were unconscious, but who knows? Life before civilization fell was much different than now. The bastard wanted to create a new specie of man, and instead he got Hollywood monsters with bad skin conditions." He shrugs, "But in some ways he succeeded, and I think that the Church shouldn't be allowed to hunt us down for it's own sake. There are some good kids in our pack, you know. Just honest-to-god decent kids that the Church wants to put down. It's not right."

"So what will you be doing if you suceed?"

"Hunt down the Professor, definitely. The Church may be corrupt, but the root of the evil afflicted to the world spawned from that one man. After we end the Church in the nearby city, then we'll be able to be in charge."

"You seem confident that a couple of Creations can take on hundreds of Zealots."

Ragnor looks at you with a wry grin, "You seem to be under a false-impression-- there really aren't that many Zealots. Can't be. The city they have is large, but only in comparison to other strongholds. Zealots are almost always male, if only because armor-fitting females is different, and they're probably sparse on metal. Plus, only able-bodied men can wield those huge-ass rifles. I'd say they have 200 Zealots tops, and that's not including how many you've just killed. Furthermore, they'll be divided while they march to our hideout and..."

"That's still a lot."

He shrugs, "As Wolves, we can shift either at will or automatically when stimulated luminescent orbs for some reason, into huge were-beasts. With proficiency, we can prove to be the fastest and most lethal things left on the planet. If, this week, we can train the kids to use their powers well, then it's definitely doable."

"You sure Gideon's okay with it?" You ask, wondering whether you'll be joining him for sure,

"Regardless of what Gideon thinks about it, I won't be taking everybody with me, that's too much of a risk, and I doubt I could convince everybody, but..."

You shrug, changing the subject, "How experienced are you at your abilities?"

"Enough."

"You think you can take me on?" You ask, leaning forward and balancing your body on your palms.

"Maybe. I kind of figure the Vampire Creations were made in order to build foundations for the Professor. They can live forever, create progeny of sorts, etc. I have no idea how combat ready they are. Still, you're extremely resourceful, so I definitely hope you stick around. With your ghouling powers, we can create an entire civilization of Creations. Imagine how great that'd be!"

"I'll be honest, Ragnor; you didn't seem so cheery when I first met you."

"When you first met me I had to make a good impression." He laughs. "Now, come on, we need to get back to training the cubs."