Everything just stopped, everything. People got out of their cars to look up, workers, the mayor. They all witnessed the sun, slowly fading away, like it was ceasing to exist. There were no screams, no panic, just awe. People on the outskirts of the city like lumberjacks and truckers noticed it at first, they were the first to scream. The sun was now gone, all was dark, like some sort of nightmare where night is the only thing to exist.
And then it just happened, the attacks. People, if they can be called that, just started running through the streets as they attacked Boston's people, lunging at them like wild animals. The first hour was lies, the news saying it was "animal attacks". Police were instructed to tell people to stay calm, stay in their houses. But they were animal attacks, what were the odds? Said the people, of course in their nature to not listen to warnings.
Missing posters dominated entire walls, there was hardly anybody outside to see them, more and more vanishing every hour, people claiming that they saw "a man with fangs" or "some sort of group of demons" take their family members, it was about to boil over the edge.
They start grouping up, hunting parties. Buildings set ablaze, people forced to run out into the open cold arms of them...Blood ran through the streets, hundreds die, hundreds come back from death.
Day four, present time.
No more police left, no more help from the outside, no more sanity. Vampires, they start creating blockades on the city limits with scrap metal, they are hundreds now, growing and growing with every victim. Pockets of survivors hide for their lives, there is still a majority of living still in the city, but that wont last much longer if there continues to be no intervention...Boston is now a living hell...
Plant man stood atop the prudential building, his red eyes overlooking this supernatural hell that has broken loose so fast, it was time to restore balance...