I was really starting to get frustrated because I couldn't hunt with this make-shift armor on due to it being too loud, and because the people from earlier kept on moving every time I was close. Every time I was an hour or so behind and right now I was following their tracks again when I smelled food, good food too. My fangs shot out and punctured my gums, but I was only focused on the smell of the meat. I shook my head clearing my thoughts and slunk into the forest with my knife out ready to kill anything else that tried to sneak up on me. 

I climbed a tree once I saw the golden light of fire in the forest a little ways in but still near the road. I got out my rifle and saw that the truck was there and they were roasting steaks around a fire, and I waited till the fire was out and then I moved in, and I thanked my sneaking skills because walking with pans as armor was very loud, especially running. I slunk towards their camp making as little sound as possible and I grabbed the empty pack that was sitting on the side of a tree.

I made sure it had no pictures and then I looked through the pack and grabbed the knife in it putting my other one away. Then I looked through the mesh of each tent tops and saw each had their guns with them and there were more knives sticking out of their packs and clothes. I could use more of them, so after I cut open their tents and grabbed the knives and a pistol that was laying next to one of them. I looked around for any loose dirt or lines in trees and I saw a thick rope tied to a stake in the ground and I climbed the tree and looked in the baskets. 

Then I took some soup cans, three cooked discarded steaks, and two of their five loaves of bread, and then I stuffed everything in my pack and I saw some sterile packaged meat and I took that and put it in and then I zipped up my pack and took off a long way from them careful not to leave any tracks. Then for extra measure I climbed a tree and jumped along its branches until I was past four trees and then I looked back and saw that the camp was at least a quarter to half mile away and I climbed up further and put my pack on a thick branch before using the rope to tie it and me to the tree and then I slept for a little bit, maybe half an hour before I woke up again and guessed that I never needed sleep, and it would but wouldn't help things for me. I watched the camp for a long while and then I saw one of them get up and go to the bathroom, and I looked around him and saw something heading towards him, and fast. 

I quickly sat up, got out my rifle, aimed and pulled the trigger letting the slightly silenced ring of the shot ring out and I smelled blood and saw a body on the ground and I looked over to the guy to see him oblivious to the point that I just saved his life, and then I saw that he had earplugs in his ears, what a stupid person, just begging for an ambush to happen. Whatever, it didn't really matter anymore, but I wondered how people even turned into zombies and how I could do so many things that they couldn't. What changed in me to make me this way? 

The guy finished and went back into his tent and then an hour later everyone was up and they were scrambling places doing things. I got my stuff and then I felt a horrible pain in my leg and I looked down to see that the bandage was black and oozing with what was now my blood and took out my pocket knife and cut it off and then put the bandage above me on the tree and the bleeding stopped after a minute and after ten I didn't feel anymore pain and I wiped off the blood and saw my leg was whole, except for the silvery scar of the bite mark from that punk that bit me in the first place. 

I looked back at the camp to see them throwing their hands out everywhere and I looked at my pack again and a twinge of guilt hit me that I stole their food and then it went away because I needed to survive and if I was to do that I needed to steal. I opened the bread and took a bite before spitting it out as it tasted like what I'd imagine rotten eggs tasted like. I looked at the slice, and it wasn't moldy nor different than the bread I ate before and it smelled normal. I took another bite and I spat it out again gagging as it tasted horrible and I didn't know why. I ripped a piece from the steak and tried to eat that but with the same result but tasting like spoiled meat and sand, not cooked meat, and it confused me. 

My body didn't seem to need food anymore, or at least human food anymore, so what did I need. I smelled blood and then I remembered how good my own blood tasted and I shook my head. That can't be what I need, I wasn't a freaking vampire, but then again I wasn't human either. I followed them for the rest of the day tracking them and helping them out of sight if needed and then they settled down for the night again and I took a piece of paper from the notebook I took from them as well, and then got out all the food and lay it down in their basket again with a note saying 'sorry for taking this', and I watched them all over again. 

Daniel's POV 

Yesterday was a let down, we lost nearly a third of our supplies and sleep was hard coming tonight. Suddenly I heard some clinking and shuffling, and I shot out of my tent and turned on my flashlight and looked around to see nothing was there, and then something gleamed in the light in our basket and I went over to the tree and saw a note on our food basket, along with the food we were missing, and I woke everybody up and told them to pack up.

"Daniel it's not even morning, why are you---" Harley saw the note and the food because I put the basket in the middle of the camp "did you do that?"

"Really do you think I would return our food and then say sorry for taking it on a note" I said and she shook her head as the others came out of their tents and I continued "and this means that there is there another survivor out there, and if so why didn't he or she come to us" 

"Maybe their scared, I mean we do have a lot of weaponry, and if their alone then it would make sense that they would be scared, or cautious" Harley said "do you think we should leave food out for them" 

"We could leave a little out, and if they come back to take more or return it I plan on being awake for it, not to mention the person still has our knives and my pistol" I said and we packed up leaving a loaf of bread and a steak out for the person and we left, the next night everyone was sleeping when I heard it again, clinking and shuffling and I shot out of my tent and shined it to our food to see another note and no person, really, how could they be this fast. 

I don't need your food, and I don't know if I want to show myself yet either due to...past experiences, but I am watching over you at night. That's a little creepy sounding now that I'm seeing it in writing, but thank you for showing me that you're good people. I am looking for someone, and I am following you because I have nothing else to do, nowhere else to go, and I want to see if you know where my father, Steven Harold, is at or could be.

I was shocked a person was out there alone and searching for a relative, no family, almost everyone I knew had no family left, and then I thought about that name again, and it seemed familiar. Then I remembered we met a scientist with that name like that at the last sanctuary that we went to and I went to sleep. 

The next morning I told everyone the plan and they agreed to go back, it wasn't a good place in that sanctuary but it was good enough, and if this would solve the mystery of our mysterious tail then it was worth it to me, and to everyone else apparently as well. We left in the morning and didn't stop for three days till we reached their walls once again, and when we got their main gates the butt heads that greeted us last time came out.