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What the f*** do

you think it is?

Some birthday party, bro.

Yeah. Well, I've turned

thirty-five ten times.

Birthdays are pointless.

Bullshit!

Let's have a drink.

It smells human.

That's one of the perks

of serving your country.

I hear even that

pig sh*t you drink

is getting hard to find.

I can't.

F*** that.

You need it.

Yeah, well...

Life is a b*tch and...

then you don't die.

Come on.

I don't touch human blood.

You don't touch human blood.

You work for a company that

uses humans like f***in' cattle.

Don't tell me how to live

my life, little brother.

Then don't act all high

and mighty, big brother.

Look Ed, your company

working on some type of

fake blood, that's one thing,

but we all know that

their money comes from

farming humans.

Are we going to pick up from

exactly where we left off?

I don't hunt humans.

That is your job.

I find them. You farm them.

All right. Well...

- Let's just dump this sh*t.

- Nothing changes, does it?

Does it?

You still don't get

why I joined.

What happens...

when there isn't

a single drop left?

When there isn't

a single human?

-A single anything?

-We will always find more.

A blood substitute means

the end of human hunting.

Fake blood. Doesn't

mean the end of sh*t.

Well, if I believed that,

let me drive a stake

through my heart

right now.

Sh*t!

Frankie. Frankie.

Sh*t!

Oh, my God!

Frankie.

Frankie.

Frankie.

This is the third home invasion

in this area in the last month.

These things are

in the suburbs now.

So...

it's important that you

update your security.

Subsiders. Strong bastards.

The same common traits

as all the others.

The aggression is most

likely brought on by

massive reductions

in Serotonin levels.

We need more patrols

ashing these filthy rats.

Ugly son of a b*tch.

"Together Forever.

Lillian and Carl".

Carl?

What? You knew him?

Yeah, he was the

local gardener.

I saw him two weeks ago.

He's feeding off

other vamps.

Only takes a couple of weeks

to get this messed up.

Some of these wounds

look self inflected.

He fed on himself?

Perhaps.

And that would speed up

mutation considerably.

Animals.

Security alert:
Backdoor ajar.

Hi.

Did you come

to finish me off?

We need your help.

We've been searching for

vampires we can trust.

Trust?

You're a blood doctor.

You can help us.

Help you how?

A blood substitute is a

solution but not a cure.

There's another way.

Take it.

"GORDON CREEK. NOON

WEDNESDAY. ALONE."

Who was that?

It's nothing.

With blood supplies

continuing to dwindle

private investors are pulling

their human stock from the

Bromley Marks harvesting facility.

Many experts believe that

the company will no longer

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