closed starter for @rcsengxrten
Charley ran. Charley ran because that's all he could do. Even worse, he ran toward the woods because that was the quickest place to hide out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. He shouldn't have come out here alone, without Peter, but he thought he could handle the vampire tribe on his own. They weren't supposed to be violent, but another breed had infiltrated their ranks, turned them bloodthirsty, and what had originally been an attempt at a peaceful conversation had quickly turned deadly.
Pausing against a tree trunk, Charley pants, hands shaking as he holds one of them to his bleeding arm. He'd been nicked, not bitten, but it wasn't helpful, either way. He needed to staunch the blood. It was only a matter of time --
A twig snaps off to his left and he jumps, stake at the ready, body quivering from exhaustion and, yes, even a little bit of fear.