Everyone Dies in the End #70

Susan

Susan doubted that was true. She stared at the blonde a moment longer, but decided to let it drop. It didn’t make any difference. The pair had saved her; that was all that mattered.

The purple twilight had faded to pitch black. Nights were like that now. In a land where power was a rare commodity, the nights were dark, lightened only by the moon, and tonight there was no moon. Susan bent to her gun, lifting it from the dark asphalt and sliding it into her holster.  

“And what now?” Susan asked the girl named Cindy. Briefly, Cindy shook her head, looking to the vampire Ramzke. “That isn’t up to me, girlfriend. Hero boy makes the decisions.”

Ramzke appeared to ignore them both, peering down the road toward Philadelphia. “They were penners.”

Cindy spoke before Susan. “What?”

Ramzke ignored her, or at least appeared to.

“Vader will not allow us to live as we will, will not allow us to feed as we need. Instead he sends out these penners to capture their own kind and throw them in a pen. Vader allows us to choose victims from the pen.” He turned to Susan. “You do not want to be such a victim.”

Susan was not sure what the man meant, but something in his voice made her shudder.

“This lady and I are going to Philadelphia,” he continued. “To the city of pens. I suggest you get on that motorcycle,” Ramzke pointed to the Indian standing not far behind Susan, “and ride as far and fast as you can in the direction you came.” He studied her for a moment longer. Susan felt strangely attracted, as if his will was becoming her own, and then the sensation passed. “Before I change my mind. 

            He glanced at the blonde. “Come, let’s go.” Without another word he left. Cindy walked by her and whispered. “I’d take his advice.”