The four people, two men and two women, are obviously college students. None of them looks older than 21, and all are clearly drunk, leaning on each other for support and stumbling through the dark. One of the men clutches a whiskey bottle with a few swallows left in it. One woman’s shirt is partially unbuttoned, and you can see several rings of beads around her neck. The partygoers look at you and begin giggling as only inebriated folks having fun can. Strangely, they don’t seem to acknowledge you (indicate Jack) at all. As you stare at them, you find your gaze inexorably drawn to their throats… and you feel your canines elongating, growing into needle-sharp fangs.

Attack the revellers

Flee the Area