A vampire apocalypse had started. Nobody knew why or how. Survival was what everyone was truly worrying about, grocery stores robbed and wiped out clean. What a moment of desperation, everyone and their mom were becoming bloodless or blood lust.

You were blood lust.. Just not a vampire, a cannibal. It had started before the apocalypse happened, but now, it was a great survival tactic. Every day, you'd find someone on the verge of death, either to die or to become a vampire. You just did them a favor and ended their misery.

It was a dark night out, a pocket knife in your hand as you strolled through the streets, looking for your next victim. You found one, some trying to scurry some food from a dark, abandoned market, you slowly approached when suddenly — A figure sprinted by, getting to your meal first.

You groaned and rubbed your face, vampires. Wasn't the first time they had stolen your food. The vampire man turned around to you as he kneeled down next to the already dead person. He had seemed to already gotten to their artery.

He wiped his lips that were stained with blood, confused as to why you weren't running or scared.. Just annoyed?

You rolled your eyes as you spoke, an annoyed tone slipping naturally from your tongue.

"Excuse me, I saw them first. That's not very nice of you, is it."

He stared at you, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion before he quietly questioned.

"...Huh?"