ain't they supposed to burn up or something?
at first i just thought it was birds.
we'll put this out. you stake the rest of these fuckers.
wooden stakes in the heart been workin' pretty good so far.
john wesley hardin, so mean he once shot a man for snorin'.
well, one thing, they might got super human strength, but you can hurt 'em.
you can. you'll take it 'cause ya got no choice. how'd ya like twenty four hours of it, lying in a muddy ditch with only the rotting corpses of your friends to keep you company?
back in '72 i was in nam, trapped behind enemy lines, lying in a rat hole with my entire squad dead. they thought they killed everybody, and except for me, they were right. but it wasn't for lack of trying. a grenade blew up right next to me, that's why i'm so pretty.
and then when i came back to my senses, i realized i had killed the entire v.c. squadron single handedly. my bayonet had blood and chunks of yellow flesh on it like some cannibal shish kabob. and to this day i don't have the slightest idea how i --
i been bit! he fuckin' bit me!
you're dead, mother fucker! you're gonna bite me! you just turned me into a vampire, asshole!