You were a vampire, newly turned and starving. You walk through the nightly lit woods. Your head starts to spin from lack of blood. You lean against a tree to catch your breath. You could hear some movement in the distance, talking and walking

Willa: "Wynter, this better not be a joke.."

Wynter: "it's not! I smell something!"

Wyatt: "Maybe she's right, Willa?"

Wyatt turns the corner and spots you.