Zach had exited the building, but hadn't left yet, waiting in the shadows to see if anyone was going to come with him. While he had acted pretty confident about the whole thing, he was actually terrified. He remembered how it felt to get fed on by a vampire, and was not eager to experience it again. It was by far the worse feeling in the world to him, painful beyond belief, and left one feeling empty as the cold darkness of death came to claim them. He couldn't wait out here forever, though, if nobody seemed to be coming he would just have to risk going by himself. He would also make sure to leave marks in the stone and buildings he passed by, giving directions to where he was going. He shivered, not from the cold, but from the wave of bloodlust that boiled through him again. It had been doing that for a while and had only gotten stronger as time wore on. He was afraid that if he didn't leave soon, that he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time he felt the urge to feed take him over.