The man kept running, killing, slashing, sucking the blood of every animal that crossed his path. His eyes were bulging out its sockets, his skin had turned pale as porcelain his nails grew, elongated, protruding from his fingers, his once luscious blond hair now was paler and longer after the painful transformation. He was hungry, thirsty. His instincts only drove him to crave one thing: blood. And after every creature he killed, his sensation, his crave for it grew more and more powerful every time he sucked an animal dry.
He needed more, the more he drank the more he craved it. He kept walking for many days and nights. His desperation grew. He didn't know what to do or where to go. Only one word came to his mind, a name, his name: "Richard".
