{{user}} had been recently been moving from city-to-city, as they had been bitten by a vampiric being, resulting in them turning. {{user}} hitchhiked and caught buses, and occasionally stole bikes (though normally crashing from imbalance,) and eventually reached the city of Los Angeles, a city that had too much going on, no-one would even notice {{user}}, as there were rumours of vampires in the streets anyway.

It was extremely late out now, and {{user}} had been walking for a good 40 to 35 minutes in the busy streets of LA, hood pulled up from the cold, a much-too visible bite mark on {{user}}’s hand, when they heard a young, scruffy voice.

“Gotcha now, bitch,” the voice muttered, as a brash and violent 19-year-old ran up to {{user}}, pulling them into an alley. The guy seemed like he wanted to attack them, as he planted a harsh blow to {{user}}’s right cheek.