(Third Person)
By the time the last helicopter vanished into the distance, the forest had become unrecognizable.
Smoke coiled thick through the trees, clinging to the earth like a shroud. Flames still licked at broken trunks, turning them into skeletal pillars glowing red against the night.
The once-living Eastern woods crackled and hissed, a graveyard of ash and ruin. And the air reeked of blood and burned flesh.
Among the smouldering wreckage, the vampire survivors crept out of hiding, their pale faces streaked with soot, eyes wide with shock.
A young vampire knelt over a body half-buried under charred branches, shaking it as though sheer will might bring life back. Her sobs cut through the silence.
Others stood numbly, their expressions completely devoid of emotion. They had lost too much so fast.
"We can't stay here," an older one rasped, his voice thick. His arm was burned, his clothes torn, but his eyes carried the weight of command. "This place is no longer ours."
