Saturday August 4th

Patrick woke in the late afternoon. A smeary vision of terrified eyes and curly red hair hung in his memory, but it felt distant; something that had happened to someone else.

He tried to soothe his raw throat with alcohol, but it burned. He needed something better. And some real food.

He'd missed last week's laundry day and lost too many clothes to blood stains and vampire fury. He rifled through what was left and settled on a pair of leather ...