Dexter walked to the soldiers who were smoking at the entrance, and surprisingly, the smoke didn't affect him.
'Looks like my heart sickness is gone too. Becoming a vampire is ALMOST a great thing.' He thought.
Flashbacks of how he always visited the hospital every month replayed in his head and he just shrugged it off.
"Where are those people headed?" Dexter asked one of the soldiers.
"Oh. They are part of the cooking section. So they are going to get more wood." The soldier replied.
Dexter nodded and followed behind the group of people at a safe distance of 50 metres.
...
"I'm so stressed. Why do we have to get the wood at night?" A guy among the group of three asked tiredly.
"Because, Jake, those monster pigeons don't fly at night. It's safer."
"Have you guys heard the rumors of people missing around the wood tree?"
