Preface

I took a few steps toward Sierra, but stopped. Granted, she was already unconscious in her own secluded room, but I had just fed and might not be able to finish her. If she was left alive, she would spread my secret with that big mouth of hers, which was not something I was about to let her do. So I had a descision: leave her alive for another day, or try to kill her before I left. But then there was still the option that if I couldn't kill her, but took too much without giving any back, she would become a bloodthirsty zombie. Again, not something I was about to let happen. Of all the tough descisions that I had made, this was at the top. But before I could really, consciously agree with the action, my legs were pulling me in my newest victims direction. In a cloud of black, deadly smoke.