Cel had managed to get herself lost again. She sighed, no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't grasp the concept of a sense of direction, usually she just followed her victims around but tonight she couldn't find anyone who hadn't got contaminated blood, most of the people she was around were drugged up, high off weed and crack.

"I may as well just feed from them, the high I'll get will be seriously good," she said to herself as she followed a young man towards an alleyway.