Hank walked through the base, lost. He didn't know what to do with himself, Help SOLDIER defend from the vampires? The same SOLDIER who failed to protect his family. Or go after the two vampires and learn more about what he is, who he is, why things are the way they are?

Hank didn't make it far past the hordes of corpses before he stopped. There blood was still fresh... He was feeling weak... But strong... He was trying to resist... but how? 

He could feel every instinct in his body telling him he wanted that blood... No... Needed! He needed it. He couldn't live with out it. He would be nothing with out it. 

Hank sprinted over to one of the dead SOLDIER agents. He stood over the dead body for a few moments, not sure what to do. Then he blacked out, When he woke he felt powerful, like he could take on an army, then he looked at his hands, they were soaked red. Blood was all over his outfit, all over his hands, all over his face, he could see the blood on his face with out looking in a reflection. Then he turned around, he turned around to see about half a dozen dead SOLDIER agents. Fresh bodies too... Too fresh to be from the initial attack... and pale... even more pale then Hank was. "Oh my god... No... No... No no no no." he had finally become the thing he hated most, a monster.