the middle...

I awoke with the need for solitude and flew slowly to the middle of nowhere. No blood to distract. No humans... just me and the vultures picking at the remains of what I can only guess to be a buffalo. Exhaustion consumes me. I am not my normal self. I have turned on the blood, I do not want it. I strive for a new life, but do I deserve it after I have taken so many? Are there second chances for the Undead? Agony...