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Celtic Thunder and WerewolvesThe zombie apocalypse had occurred. Once dormant supernatural forces had awakened. What had once been considered universal truth had been thrown into chaos, the defining line between fact and fantasy had been destroyed. In a nut shell, all Hell had broken loose.The ex-singing group, Celtic Thunder, had gone through many changes. From being the heart throb of thousands of fan girls to being the nomadic warriors of humanity. But even bigger changes had occurred, Ryan Kelly had been transformed from a warm blooded Irish man to a cold-as-stone vampire. He was still Ryan though, being a vampire wasn't much different from human, except for being faster, smarter, stronger, and invulnerable (providing it isn't silver or a stake in the heart). He had transitioned well, taking it in strides, and his friends were very supportive. Although, Neil had taken to carrying a stake everywhere, though he claimed it had nothing to do with Ryan.The zombie numbers had reached epic proportions, there wasn't
Celtic Thunder and Vampires"Are you serious?" Damian asked in total horror."Yes, now shut up and get in!" George said in a dangerous whisper.The six Celtic Thunder performers had narrowly escaped another zombie excursion. Paul had been less useful this time, but considering his lack of a hand he did the best he could. Now, night had fallen and they were searching for a place to spend the night. They had been driving for hours, the sun slowly setting behind them. They didn't dare stop in any hotel/motel for fear of zombie infestation, so the only place that seemed reasonable was somewhere where there wasn't any living occupants. That's why when Damian found out where he was going to be spending the night he nearly crapped his pants."A mausoleum!""What's the matter?" Keith teased him from behind. "Scared?""No!" Damian whirled around, facing Keith. "It's just disrespectful, that's all." He did his best to lie with a straight face."Sure." Neil walked past him, tousling Damian's hair, and racking the chamber of