Chase saw in horror when hoards of bloodthirsty vampire ran towards the houses nearby the village; relieved that all of them didn't notice the young vampire within the crowd. She watched as they break down peoples' homes, dragging them outside and devouring them into empty, lifeless bodybags. Her eyes widened to witness what has conspired. Are vampires relentless when it comes to the desperation of blood? The answer was obvious in itself.

Suddenly, a rogue vampire locked his eyes on Chase, his head motioning to eat. Chase nodded, but the vampire insisted forecefully. Grabbing onto her hair, the vampire slammed Chase's face into the bloody carcass of a man who looked like he was in his late fourties. She had no choice but to drink, so she sucked all of the blood the supervising vampire saw fit. 

"Eat," said the vampire, "and you will have your strength back."

Chase's intolerance of drinking blood faded under pressure. With the stream of blood entering her lips, she closed her eyes, enjoying every bit of it. Blood was so complex, such a magnificent source of strength and remaining immortality. She would try to stop what she was doing, but the vampire who supervised her threatens her to eat more. So she has to progress this, to stomach this until the vampire frees her from her forceful drinking binge.

Seconds later she took her breath, the vampires suddenly retreated away from the village; only leaving Chase in the destination. And things got worse when a weaponed vehicle came into the scene, which left Chase scared. She got up quickly and stepped back. Something burned her eyes, but she couldn't see what happened; only a blur of colors reflecting from her eyes. She stepped back once more, and fell after tripping over another carcass from behind. She started to hyperventilate, assuming that this is the end. A miracle can happen now if there's a way to escape this conundrum; but who can give bloodsucking fiends miracles?