Devoured
Gemma can't ask for the one thing she craves, but a vampire couple help her to open up.
The cash machine was a monument to the departed amid a battleground of empty bottles and polystyrene boxes. Gemma groaned as she stood in a kebab, and managed to get her card in on the fifth or sixth try. She punched in her PIN through muscle memory alone. The lurid display informed her she had £3.47 left in her account. Not even enough for a burger, let alone a taxi. She sat down on the kerb started dialling Rob’s number...