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?"

"Lary, you don't have to worry. Those are just rumors. It's not confirmed yet." Jake said and they proceeded to the tree.

Dexter climbed a tree and gazed at the surroundings from below to see if anyone followed the group and he didn't see anything.

'Maybe they wouldn't show up today?' Dexter thought as he then sat down to wait for the group to return while being atop the tree.

"I don't feel sleepy. Weird." Dexter mumbled, looking at the lonely star in the sky.

All of a sudden, a loud shout resounded from behind the buildings where the wood tree was and Dexter immediately sprung up from the tree, dashing towards the area.

But he got there too late.

Dexter's eyes widened as he saw the three individuals bloodied and battered with bleeding wounds all over their bodies.

His vision the flashed red and his pupils turned bright red like a flash light.

'No no no.' He shook his head as the smell of blood began to cloid his senses.

He then pinched his nose, closing it. It immediately worked as he was able to see clearer and he saw words painted with blood on the tree.

'Stop looking for me. Or else you're next.'

Dexter only raised a brow at this and he sighed as he began to investigate the issue.

The marks on the bodies looked like cut marks but were they?

It looked like the person used a thin cane with a blade on it.

"Damn. I should have just come here with them." He clenched his fists as he went back to the camp.

...

Upon reaching the gates the soldiers saluted him but he waved to them to stop instead.

"Don't let anyone leave the camp in the night unless with an armed escort. Those three people were killed before I could reach them." Dexter said and the soldiers were startled as they heard killed.

"W... what?"

"A monster?"

"A monster."

"Should we also go to sleep?" A soldier said, scared by what Dexter just said.

"You guys chose night duty. Don't worry, see anything, call." Dexter said and walked back to his room where the others were still asleep and decided not to wake them up about what just happened.

'I can't get the craving out of my mouth.' Dexter thought as he went out of the room again taking his empty water bottles with him.

He jumped over the electric fence with one leap and went to find some zombies to feed on before he kills his friends.

...

Dexter walked back from the deserted city with his three bottles filled with blood.

'I haven't still drank human blood, and I won't. Zombie blood keeps reducing in sweetness, but at least it stops the craving.' Dexter thought sadly.

'What if I find my family and I'm not able to control myself? What if I lose to the craving?' Dexter became worried.

He didn't think too much about his humanity part.

If you had a choice to die or lose your humanity which will you choose?

Not to talk of the fact that we don't know what is on the other side of Death except heaven or hell.

Dexter jumped over the fence since he didn't want the soldiers to see him holding bottles of blood.

He entered their room and put the bottles inside his bag before slumping on the bed to get a goodnight sleep.

Unbeknownst to him, someone saw him coming in.

...

*8th day since the apocalypse began.*

"You saw that?" Zain asked as he listened to Dexter's report.

"I wouldn't want to see that." Rina said, nauseated at Dexter's descriptions of the killed people last night.

"Hmm. The person could have some kind of teleportation ability if you didn'tfind any trace of them when you got there," Zain said while stroking his chin.

"I was thinking we should announce that no one should leave at night. So many problems at once." Dexter slumped back on his bed.

Leo wasn't saying anything as he was in deep thought about the whole situation.

...

After that, Zain went to report the incident to Laurence and Rina went to meet Beatrice to gather the recruits to continue training.

Dexter just stayed above the roof of their small building while still thinking about how life has been treating him.

'From working hard, bearing the insults hurled at me. Ignoring the pain of losing Dad. Now I gotta fight zombies, still working hard to survive.' He sighed. 'I wonder if a time would come when I won't have to work for anything.'

Of course, he knew that his imagination was not going to be easy to achieve.

From the corner of his eye, he saw a light flashing and he turned to the light to see a person in a hood waving to him from behind The colonel's building.

Dexter sighed as he ignored the person.

'Don't stress me. If you can't come to me then leave me alone.' He thought as he continued looking at the sky.

It continued and he continued to see flashes of light beside his vision and he got angry and jumped down from the roof before walking towards the colonel's building in rage.

As he got there he saw Leo resting his back on the wall with a calm expression.

"You didn't come yesterday." Leo said and Dexter wondered what was going on.

But then it dawned on him.

"You're the one that wrote than note?" Dexter asked with a raised brow and Leo nodded.

"I know your secret, Dexter. But why did you do it?" Leo said and surrounded them in a thick ice dome.