The canopy of trees held off some of the sunlight as Mithias stopped the car and got out to "unlock" the gate that barred their way to his estate. It was a chain-link fence with a rusted chain and a Masterlock that he just broke with his strength. The road at the base of the mountain could barely be called such, since much of the plantlife had begun to reclaim it. Finally, Mithias drew up to a building, a large house in the middle of nowhere with ample garage space. It was somewhat in need of upkeep, but impressive nonetheless. 

"We're here." He said as he lifted the garage door and came back to pull the car in. "Better to keep this vehicle hidden for now. I haven't been here in a few years, but the power and net should still work. I have to turn them on..." Eventually they settled and could begin planning their next move. 

Sometime later.

A computer was available, a television, and a radio. The news fell into the usual slander and manipulative bullshit sprinkled with speeches from well known vampires, politicians and religious leaders. Everyone was afraid of vampires and zombies, and even the humans now circulated the rumor that Dracula had come back to life. Little did they know. Mithias stood in the darkness of the living room eyes fixed to a story about an attack by rebel vampires in Texas. It was the most recent, but unfortunately not the only one. He heaved a sigh in frustration. "Damnit. The world is falling apart."