Jackson into the crematorium located in the basement of the hospital. He brushed his hands together as if he had just taken out the trash. A hand patted him on his shoulder. It rather startled him until he noticed it was the hand of the CEO of the hospital. Fear immediately spread into his stomach and it gurgled with uneasiness. “You need to stop and eat. Keep your strength up, John,” he eerily whispered into the Commander’s ear. Not many people got away with calling him John but he didn’t object to anyone in Administration calling him by his first name for obvious reasons. “Yes sir. Been busy, Mr. Strix.” “Please call me Ram. My last name kind of gives it away, don’t you think? I come from a long line of vampires. Maybe it’s time to change our surname.” John wrinkled his forehead up at Ram in confusion. “Strix is Greek for owl, but it soon became a bad omen when we were cursed to feed on the blood and flesh of humans. Since the turn of my blood line, we have searched for immortality and the necromancer that made us.
