Weak, and injured from being attacked by other vampires, Dave would find shelter in a cave for now. Not drinking any blood was really taking a toll on him. He was a rookie, a fledgling! How was he supposed to know what to do?

Dave’s chest heaved up and down. He was weakened, hungry, and maybe a little sad..

He heard footsteps outside of the cave, all too well. Then he saw someone at the mouth of the cave.

He jolted up and leaned back against the wall.