The Waiting Game.

It had been four days since Clea crashed her car into a tree and cracked the portal. Four days since the creatures regained hope and began working towards freeing themselves from the thousand-year-old hell. In that time, about a quarter of the population had perished.

At first, the deaths served as a motivation for them. A reason to work harder towards getting out. But as more and more people died, that motivation turned into fear.

The instrument they were using to try and break the portal was their energy. Their powers. The vampires used their super speed to launch great force against it. The shadow spirits dissolved their body form to try and get in between and push it open. The werecoyotes and the werewolves, well, they organised and watched.

The vampires and shadow-spirits were using the last of their energy, and that resulted in them dying like ants. A revolt happened on the fifth day. They confronted the werecoyotes and werewolves and asked them to contribute, or they would st