Daniel wasn’t alone. He heard the woman before he smelled her, both footsteps and respiration, and once she had neared enough for the vampire’s eyes to make out her features, he gave her a quizzical look. “Where did you come from?” Her walk was a curiosity, as was her way of tilting head and sniffing at the air, at him, and it led Daniel to a tentative conclusion:

She was a space alien.

“Oh shit,” he muttered and staggered back from the crater. “Hey, listen, if that’s your luggage, you’re welcome to it. I’m… I’ll just be—”

Car. Get in it.

Just then, his nose ferreted out two other scents. Animals?