They Drink Our Blood

They Drink Our Blood

The bodies are piling up. A throat slashed in Nashville. A jugular drained in Cleveland. A head dangling from a nerve in Annapolis. It’s too intense, too grotesque, too oddly familiar to write off as a coincidence. Even for Lisa, an artist turned rideshare driver in a creative funk. When her Pittsburgh neighborhood becomes a blood-soaked crime scene, she begins to doubt the purpose of enriching lives through art if they will just be drained from a hole in the neck when the sun sets. Maybe if she’d pulled her head out of her oils earlier, she’d have a stake sharper than the splintered end of a canvas stretcher or squirt gun loaded with holy water or even a head of garlic bought before the rationing orders. Lisa and the neighborhood barflies can’t change the past, but can they triumph over what the media is labeling an ancient evil? This slow burning, existential horror story asks what you will do when we’re no longer at the top of the food chain.