Those stories you hear? The ones about things that only come
out at night? Things that feed on blood, feed on us? Got
news for you: they're true. Only it's not like the movies or
old man Stoker's storybook. It's worse. Especially if you
happen to be one of them. Just ask Joe Pitt. There's a shambler on the loose. Some fool who got himself
infected with a flesh-eating bacteria is lurching around,
trying to munch on folks' brains. Joe hates shamblers, but
he's still the one who has to deal with them. That's just
the kind of life he has. Except afterlife might be better word. From the Battery to the Bronx, and from river to river,
Manhattan is crawling with Vampyres. Joe is one of them, and
he's not happy about it. Yeah, he gets to be stronger and
faster than you, and he's tough as nails and hard to kill.
But spending his nights trying to score a pint of blood to
feed the Vyrus that's eating at him isn't his idea of a good
time. And Joe doesn't make it any easier on himself. Going
his own way, refusing to ally with the Clans that run the
undead underside of Manhattan--it ain't easy. It's
worse once
he gets mixed up with the Coalition--the city's most powerful
Clan--and finds himself searching for a poor little rich girl
who's gone missing in Alphabet City. Now the Coalition and the girl's high-society parents are
breathing down his neck, anarchist Vampyres are pushing him
around, and a crazy Vampyre cult is stalking him. No time to
complain, though. Got to find that girl and kill that
shambler before the whip comes down... and before the sun
comes up.
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