Rye's steps became slower and slower until he could no longer see the other vampire hunters. He tried to remain quiet, keeping his distance and getting the best chance to run. He remembered the last time that Leopold and he had encountered a vampire; the other vampire hunters hadn't even noticed that they were facing one.
Keeping in mind that the vampire hunters might actually be stupid, Rye decided to run. He ran as fast as he could, not looking back. The sound of rustling leaves became his trail, and just as he was about to reach the road out of WestCoast City, he saw some other vampire hunters holding their pitchforks, laughing.
Rye stopped in his tracks. His forehead creased, trying to remember that there were only eight people assigned to the woods where he was, so he wondered why t
