My favourite spot, sitting on the rooftop.

I prefer it when I can hear the hustle and bustle of life below. The sirens are more ominous in the surrounding silence.

Life is getting back to normal, people are moving around.

Now my work will begin.

His virus has spread through the city like a plague. His numbers bolstered with every new victim. The only way to end it is to find Him and kill Him.

I check the crossbow, modified with the wooden stake. I hold the crucifix that hangs from the chain around my neck.

The twilight hour between night and day arrives: the hunt begins.

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The idea is to write a short story of 100 words based on the photo prompt (above). I’ve just finished reading Bram Stoker’s ‘Dracula’, which may have influenced my story this week!

To read stories of 100 words based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.