What should I do? Behind me, the fat man in the file, who was panting heavily (try to consume less donuts, friend, your blood doesn’t smell very good) had already reached the security gorilla, who was watching me, totally annoyed. Ahead, the woman was trembling, clinging with her right hand to the other girl's wrist, who kept her expression cold, calculating, serious, staring at me. I appreciated being covered, because only the kebab girl had seen my face already converted, and had recognized me at that moment only because of the dress I was wearing, and that she had already seen. I had my file, so nobody could know who I was. However, something in the other woman warned me, as if my instinct told me that she was dangerous. Besides, I couldn’t smell any emotion, fear, or excitement, nothing. It was a blank canvas and that told me, according to my vampiric senses, that she was a human very used to seeing strange things, or she really knew what I was. However, it wasn’t time to reflect on whether that woman belonged to the family of hunters who had murdered Dracula. I knew they couldn’t really fight me. Maybe it would take me a little more work to get rid of them, if they even touched me, because if I could break a metal lock like paper, I could surely sink their ribs in one blow. However, I could see the reddish glow of a security camera, following my footsteps, in a corner, and I was sure that, by that time, reinforcements should be on the way, and despite being very strong, I still had no knowledge of battle and I didn’t know what effect the narcotics had on me, Hell, I didn’t even know yet if the blood thinner I had drunk before wouldn’t affect me. Even if they came to touch me, they could snatch the bag from me, scattering the few provisions I had gotten all over the floor, and then I would be in a huge problem. What to do then?

Different ideas passed in my head in a second. I thought to snarl at them, shout at them, as the pale man had shouted at me, which almost made me pee in my pants, and I would surely do the same to them, but if that doctor had the suspicion of my true identity, with that, I would confirm it, not only to her, but to the world. I could already see in the local news: "A living corpse robbed the blood bank of the hospital - The happy tourist -, stole a file, attacked a security agent and medical staff, screaming in a supernatural way. What will this creature be, that threatens our community? So far the report, we return to you, Vladimir, with sports." No, if I could avoid it, I preferred to give the lowest possible profile, so that such news simply became "Suspicious woman steals file and flees from the scene. It is not known if she is involved in the robbery of the blood bank." So, just as the two men and that woman rushed to hold me, I grabbed the bag of food better and jumped to the nearest door, to the left, which seemed to be an office.

I pushed the door behind me with too much force, causing it to come out of its frame and become embedded in the doorway, completely breaking the handle, making it impossible to open it. That would give me time, but I wouldn’t stop them forever, the security guy could open it if he pounced on it a few times. I cursed, looking at the place, looking for something that would help me. Ventilation duct? Nothing. Were there cameras? Neither. I thanked with a sigh, at least in that I was lucky. There were a couple of windows in front of me, big, I could pass by, but I was so distracted that I couldn’t tell if the smell of grass coming from the other side was taking me outside, and probably to the same forest near the event, or if directed to the rest area. I made a quick mapping in my mind. The morgue staircase was in the back area, next to the emergency room, so the rest area was now on my right. Therefore, that window was my only exit.

A loud bang and a vibration behind me let me know that the security zebu had already begun to lash out at the door, and from the way it cracked, it couldn’t hold out more than another. What were the doors of the hospitals made of?! They weren’t firm at all. I then placed the bag against the surface of a nearby file cabinet, where it quickly began to drip, due to the condensation of the ice. I doubled my file in four, anyway, it wouldn’t do much, and I didn’t plan to keep it as a memory either. I untied the upper bag, and hastily put the papers, which began to bend around the edges, the product of moisture. And then I realized that my dress would be in tatters when I went through the window. As quickly as I was able, I went to the corner, where a coat rack rested, with several white coats on it. I put on the first one I took, bigger than me, and I went back to my dear bag, which I tied again and cradled against my chest. Outside, I heard everyone ask the man to do it again, that I had nowhere to escape, because the windows couldn’t be opened. I could also hear more accelerated footsteps approaching. Now or never.

I took a step back, taking momentum ... and then the door flew open, echoing as it crashed into the wall.

- Stop right there, do not give a step! - I heard the serious voice of the man, and the metallic sound of a weapon, but I wasn’t at all anxious to find out if a shot could hurt me, kill me, or even know if that hurt.

With a smile of excitement, I ran to the window, jumping at the right moment and throwing myself ahead, shrugging my legs to give more protection to the bag, and my dinner. I heard cries of surprise and genuine concern (they worked to protect people), while I went through the glass, which was shattered before my presence. I felt those insignificant scratches all over my body, and I felt them in my head, where several fragments got stuck in my tangled hair. My dress, until now well cared for, even with the extra protection of the robe, broke in several places. I wouldn’t only feel sand on my scalp for the rest of the night, but I would have to get more clothes.

The rumble stunned me for a moment, but I landed on the lawn outside, where the pieces of glass buried themselves like pieces of lego, annoying me. However, to my relief, there, in front of me, and after a three meter metal fence, spiked with barbed wire at the top, like the cherry on the cake, was the forest, the quiet, solitary, and reliable forest.