Chapter 14: Don't be a sap

Sol was so exhausted he hadn't even bothered to change out of the Gucci suit and Prada shoes he had been gifted that morning by the "Prince" of Arbhory's vampires. He was still trying to get his head around the part where they crawled out of the sewers clean, when another nurse popped in to check his mom's vitals.

"There's our little survivor!" she said with a bright smile.

Did she just call him little? Woman! He was like forty feet tall or something...

He smiled back with a clenched jaw. Everyone had been calling them 'heroes' and 'survivors' since the police had 'found' them crawling out of the rubble of the library.

With so much strange news hitting the town every day, though, he could hardly blame them for holding on to good news. Still, who crawls out of the sewer wearing Prada?

Yet again, rescue crews had been called out to the scene of an awful tragedy expecting few if any survivors. This time, almost everybody had survived, but they had taken a day to show up.