"Someone once said an effective way to deal with predators is to taste terrible." Dale was trying to be smart. He didn't like questions from new crew members. Archaeology to him was all about obedience. It was his job to protect us from grizzlies, not ours to ask questions about.I looked at him blankly. "Oh, is that why you eat cold leftover Chinese food for breakfast everyday?"
Vampires, werewolves, zombies! They're everywhere and I can't seem to shake them. My scent drives them wild. Everytime I turn around they're here - stalking. Hungry. Some of the sparkly ones claim to love me, though I don't know why. I'm nothing. A human - a simple human with no powers - no nothing. Just a girl who's life really sucks right now.I've tried everything from garlic, silver bullets, double tapping - nothing works. If only I could find something that would drive them away - make them not drool so much when they're around me.I hear them at my windows - calling me. I smell the blood of their last kill still dripping from their teeth. I don't want to be next. There's not much food left in the house and I'm getting hungry. I try to ignore their moans, howls, and hisses and look for food.What's this? Linburger cheese? I take a whiff. Good God Almighty! I take a bite. Worse than the smell. But hungry is hungry and food is food.As I eat, the howling, hissing and moaning stops. I glance out the window. They're all gone. Wonder why?