As she pulled off the of the dark interstate the parking lot of cars surrounding her quickly became slumbering vampires. Light reflective vampires just waiting for the perfect moment to bite, the perfect moment to ruin an already dense and hateful day. To her vampires always lead to zombies and falling, finally death. Followed furiously by every rejection, and every fear about growing old. Quickly curbed by overwhelming anger. The kind that flows through fists and takes control. Teeth gritted ready to swing. Ready for contact. Is this the stuff that life is made of?