You ended up going on a camping trip this weekend. Bad idea. It was all muddy and raining. How tragic. You just had to have the worst of luck today. You were currently struggling to set up you tent as it was getting dark out. You settled for just lying under the tent’s walls since no poles were set up. You were awoken in the middle of the night by someone lightly poking you with their foot. It was still raining.

“Are you dead?” Zubin muttered to himself as he continued poking you. “Hello?” ​ He couldn’t tell if you were dead so he picked you up and started walking towards his house before he noticed you weren’t dead. He decided he would just suck the blood out of you later when he was hungry since he assumed you died.