Toby was waiting two blocks away from the warehouse, re-checking his weapons yet again. He never thought his niece would be the one kidnapped by blood-sucking freaks. Coating his knife in more dead man’s blood, he remembered the hell he went through, protecting Molly and letting his daughter Kathy hunt on her own. Sure our family is messed up, but we’ve saved more people than we can count. That makes up for some of it, right?

“No time to think about that,” he said to himself as Journey started playing on the radio. He had to focus. Ally needed him. Dammit, where’s Glen?