fauxsalvation
It started when he woke up screaming. The nightmares had gotten so bad lately. Worse than that, he was sweating like he had a fever. Maybe he did, because this horrible shivering wouldn't stop. How long had it been since he'd had Adam? Too long. He stood on shaking legs. What if there was no more? What if it was all gone? He needed water, no, liquor. He would go back to sleep. He knew he had seen some in the bar downstairs. He stumbled down them, they seemed much longer than before, and slipped a little at the bottom. He caught himself on the wall, leaning against it with all his weight. From there, he could see the silhouette of a man sitting like a patron.
"Who the hell are you..?" His voice came out weakly, despite his obvious attempt to sound otherwise.
