Zachary hated everything now. After today his life truly became meaningless, he had lost the one thing in the world that was his anchor, he had wanted to turn her, to relieve her of the suffering he couldn't help but know what she went through everyday they stayed in the jungle. She had wanted to help the people.
"HUMPHH" he thought now. How ironic that it was you who died but those sick bastards lived. He noticed the coughs first but didn't think much of it - humans always cough, he thought, but then they kept occuring, and when he asked, she brushed it off, then she began heaving. Then he knew something was wrong, Zachary had never seen her heave for as long as he had known her.
Then he insisted she see a doctor, and when they couldn't figure out what was wrong, he just opted to turn her. She was disgusted by the idea, and firmly said "NO", he could remember her face like it was yesterday. And so those days turned to weeks, which turned to months, and for a while they were feeling optimistic about her chances...And then she died.
And it felt like the worst feeling in the world, in all his years of life, he had never felt any pain...So...so now he was going to take out the pain, that frustration, that pain, that anger that could destroy mountains and direct at the people who caused her death. And as Zachary stood from the stiff position he took next to her grave, contemplating for many days now, not hunting just sitting with his deceased beloved. So he turned his face towards the closest settlement of people around, and as the sun set leaving a deep blood red light over his grizzled dirty-blonde hair, and pale stone like features, he knew he would take out all these emotions on them, the people who his dearly beloved tried to save, and unknowingly caused her death. Yes, he thought he would take it out on them, and pretty soon their corpses would be sharing the same shade the sunset was giving off.