He walked through the carnage and kept hunting. His nose was adjusting to the funk of death in the air. Martin thought he smelled pine trees. If he did then he needed to get the last four vampires before sunset. He had no idea how long he'd been down here. When he looked at his watch it had been smashed. Martin dropped it on the floor.

The air was definitely changing. Martin picked up his step. The tunnel widened, and the ceiling stretched up. He could see a faint grey light high ...