Get dressed and somewhere to stay

While you seem immune to the cold and harsh, scratchy brushes, you'd still rather call home elsewhere, preferably somewhere with a nice soft bed. It occurs that an abandoned building might be the most convenient, but you've more pride and need for modern comforts than that. Besides, at some point you should probably dress yourself. Ergo, you should likely look to let yourself into someone else's abode, and come to an...understanding with them.

You begin to make your way back where you came from, veering a little to the left to put some distance between you and your victim. While you moved with far less urgency and speed then your feeding frenzy and following escape, your effortless and powerful strides, likely fueled by your last feeding, has you sprinting through the pathways, flowerbeds and little plumes of groomed trees and brushes of what you now assume is a park.

You stumble to a sudden stop as gently trickling stream appears beyond a modest treeline, just avoiding falling into it's peaceful, moonlit waters as your mucky bare feet sink into the wet soil of it's bank.

You see a flicker of your reflection and, only now realising you've no recollection of your appearance, fall to your knees and peer over into it.