Why do some people think animals don't have a soul? Is it because they don't talk like us? Don't think like us. Everything is technically alive to some aspect. A rock could have enough bacteria to the point that you could consider it alive... To some extent. Animals aren't people and we don't understand their mindset. That doesn't make them smaller than us. They don't understand what we do, and we don't understand what they do. They still feel what we can, see what we can and can't, dream, and want love and understanding. 'But unlike us there weak, and stupid.'

I snap my head up, realizing id dozed off. Then my head starts hurting so i grab my forehead.

Cactus starts hissing in my pocket, from the movement. The rain outside had stopped but there was still a storm. The vampire girl was next to me sleeping. 'Just leave it.' I nudged her to wake up. She starts breathing heavy, her head shoots up and she looks at me with horror. Then she starts calming down "Sorry I... wake up like this, sometimes." She says, 'it's hiding something.'

I get up and grab my bag "Let's get going." I say reaching out my hand. She grabs it and we start moving again.

The weathers getting colder every hour, were not far from winter and thus the horde. 'Be prepared for your rending, it should be fun.' Cactus is still asleep in my pocket, with his occasional fits.

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"So, I never got your name." I ask trying to make conversation.

"I don't have one." The vampire girl cheerfully responds.

"How do you not have a name? Everyone has to have one." I chuckle, 'Then what's mine.'

I smack my head in frustration, as the girl just watches me.

"I don't think I have one, I can never remember much of... anything." she says

"Well, I'm Zack, and the prickly fluff ball in my pocket is Cactus." I introduce.

We've walked about three miles, the girl doesn't say much but she really likes looking around, her head's constantly looking around anywhere that isn't in front of her, she doesn't seem like she remembers anything, 'Or she's hiding everything.' not the invasion, not her family, or age. 'So lucky to forget the pain and hide away.'

We walk to a small hatch, in the middle of nowhere. It's around five miles away from the cave, and you can see the sun rising from the horizon.

The vampire girl looks very irritated, continuously looking around her. The horde isn't too far off either, I take a breath and put my hands on the edge of the hatch, "Help me with this." I say she looks at me, with fear and anger.

"I'm... I'm not going in there." she says, as she looks away again. 'Maybe she doesn't like looking at hatches... From five minus miles away?'

From where we were going, we headed straight for here is that why? "Look, the horde's not far off, and the suns almost up, I imagine you don't want to be around for either of those things, so help me out here." I say frustratingly pulling at the rusted hatch.

She shakily grabs the other side of the hatch and easily lifts the latch, revealing a ladder going down. She looks at me again, this time with more anger than fear, "I'm only staying by the ladder."