Once again you awake in darkness. You feel strange, you feel like your missing something, and then you notice the food lying out in front of you. You devour your food greedily remembering that you haven’t eaten in three days. Once you have eaten your fill you decide to walk in the moonlight once more since you have nothing else to do.
You bathe in the shimmering moonbeams, feeling rejuvinated and relaxed and again you hear a rustle in the leaves that looked black with rot and decay. The noise gets louder, you reach for your gun but you've stupidly forgotten it. Now panicking you look around for something to defend yourself with or hoping that its someone you know. The footsteps turn loud in comparison to the rushing wind coursing through the dead trees of the dark, dead, cold, moonlit, forest.
Frightened you step back holding a rather large stick, that probably wont do much seeing the two large wolves that looked like they may have been attacked and infected by zombies. You let out a scream in pain as your fangs pierce through your mouth; you loose control of yourself as you viciously attack the now seemingly helpless wolves. You feel your fangs pierce the scraggly necks of the beasts; they let out a shriek in pain as you quickly drain the blood from their veins. You loose the sane part of yourself as you suck the warm red blood from the lifeless bodies of the poor creatures. You hear footsteps behind you, you spin around quickly to see all five of your friends staring at you frightened, and then you hear your dear sweet Vlad say in a timid confused voice "Charlotte?"
