"We need to get out of here!" the young boy yelled.

"Can't we just hide here?" Robin whimpered.

"They'll be tearing all the tents apart!" the boy said. "If we stay, we're dead!" Robin and the boy scrambled out of the tent straight into the midst of the horror outside. There were about twenty vampires in the camp and they had already slaughtered over half of the Boy Scouts and left their shredded corpses sprawled around the campsite. Robin glimpsed the Scout Leader attempting to protect small group of Scouts before a large male vampire leapt onto him and tore his head clean off with its teeth, sending a gush of arterial blood spurting onto the muddy ground.

"Run!" the boy cried. Robin didn't need to be told twice and started to sprint as fast as he could away from the camp. However, he hadn't taken three steps before he tripped over something that sent him cascading into the mud. He turned and almost vomited when he saw that he had just fallen over the cold, bloodied, bug-eyed carcass of his friend James Hill.

"Come on!" the young boy screamed as Robin stood staring at what was left of his former friend. But when Robin turned, one of the creatures seemed to leap out of nowhere straight into the chest of the young boy. The boy screamed, but was abruptly silenced as the vampire's teeth sunk into his jugular, drenching his Scout uniform in a deep crimson. The creature looked up, its black eyes bearing into Robin. However, it seemed satisfied with its meal and didn't attack, instead burying its head into the gaping wound in the young boy's throat and gulping down the blood enthusiastically.

Although the vampire didn't seem interested in Robin at this stage, Robin didn't stick around to tempt fate. He turned on his heel and ran as fast as he could go, past the carnage that raged around him. What had become of his other friend Matthew, Robin didn't know. All he knew was that he had to get as far away from the campsite as possible.

Suddenly, a large object ploughed into Robin's side, once again sending him sprawling into the mud. Instinctively, he lashed out, swiping the vampire that had attacked him across the eye. His finger caught in the black eye and he ripped his hand backwards. The creature let out a piercing shriek of agony as its eye was torn from its socket, sending a horrible black substance spraying into Robin's face. In that brief moment, Robin scrabbled from underneath the monster, but it was too quick for him and it slashed him across the face with its long nails. Robin was flung backward into a tree and screamed as he felt his blood dribbling down his cheek. Within moments, the vampire was on him again, its one remaining eye glaring at him with an expression of pure hate. Robin reached out to the side, picked up small branch and thrust it into the vampire's open mouth with as much force as he could muster. It made a sickening squelch and crunch as it punctured the back of the creature's mouth, severed its spine and emerged through the back of its head. The vampire dropped off Robin, twitching violently.

Robin had little time to congratulate himself however as one of the other vampires, a tall, dark man with short brown hair had seen him and was now advancing slowly and menacingly towards him. Once more, Robin ran for his life. He did not look back to see if he was being followed, he just kept running.

Behind him, the vampires grouped together and stood still, watching the fleeing boy. The tall man looked at the others and said something harsh and guttural, an evil smile flitting across his blood-stained face. The other vampires mimicked the smile and, instead of giving chase, walked back slowly into the shadows. The tall vampire flicked a lighter and set the nearest tree ablaze. Within moments, the surrounding area would be alight so that it would simply all look like an accident. He gave one last look at Robin's fleeing silhouette before turning and disappearing into the darkness.