Charles walked silently through a forest, carrying a wooden bow. He was following the tracks a deer had left in the snow.

He listened to the surrounding area, the wind rustling the tree leaves, the occasional bird cawing. He listened for footsteps - Those who remained alive were more dangerous than those who had turned. So, When he heard a scream, he decided he needed the good karma. Maybe he was a little curious, Maybe he was a little lonely.

Maybe a little bit of both.