Sheriff and the Bunker of Vampires

I was out of breath but kept running anyway. How much longer were they going to keep chasing me!? It was only a stab! “You won’t get away!” yelled the vampire.

It was pouring in the suburb of Rexona. Sheriff Khan tied his shoelaces tightly before using his bear strength to launch himself into the sky. He could see absolutely everything from here. Abruptly, he fell through the sky, disappearing into a particular alleyway. It was a chase for justice.Sheriff Khan ran swiftly through the alleyway and jumped onto the cat burglar, instantly killing him.“Catnapping is a crime,” he muttered over the dead body of a 70-year-old diabetic man.After a hard day of work, Sheriff Khan came home. He got in and slumped onto the couch. He could sense that something was off, but he wasn’t sure what it was. He suddenly got a call and answered with a grunt.“Sheriff Khan? Is that you? Hey, I’ve got something for you!”It was his friend Kootah, who gave him new jobs like taking down Mafia bosses and killing criminals.“I heard that we rediscovered vampire existence. You have to kill them, or they’re going to end all the human race!” Kootah said before being cut off by a poor connection.“Do I really have to kill vampires now?” Sheriff Khan asked himself. Walking towards his kitchen, he observed a box of donuts sitting on the counter suspiciously. His natural instincts told him to throw it away, BUT it beckoned him to open it and see what was inside. He slowly stepped towards the counter in his heavy leather shoes and flicked the box open.He was horrified. There in front of him he saw a skin-peeled cat – the cat he had saved. The scene was red, but what scared him the most was a small note next to the deceased, tortured cat. It read, “See you soon.”It looked like it was written in blood. Now Sheriff Khan had to find out who was stalking him.He gathered essential items: garlic, fire (matchsticks), rope, a plunger… He didn’t think it would be hard to kill them. He called Kootah to ask him for the exact location. After getting everything, he hopped into his private jet and set off.It was a very tropical forest-like place called Deadman’s Doom – that’s literally what the forest was called. It was a beautiful green sight, just how you would normally think a forest looks. It was filled with dead or almost dead trees, and the sky was grey and rumbling, the cold winds freezing Sheriff Khan’s toes.Sheriff Khan swiftly locked his jet. Adjusting the straps of his backpack, he began to make his way towards the never-ending forest. He whipped out an instrument from his bag – a vampire radar. “This will come in handy,” whispered Khan.