Garrison was at a local bar called the Circle P, he was feeling so alive! He never thought that he would ever be able to feel this way again. Taking Pauline's life had unlocked a hunger that knew no bounds! He thirsted for more but he knew that he needed to cage it for the time being. He was so deep in his thoughts that he wasn't aware someone talking to him.
"Hey mister? HEY!" The bartender finally tapped him on the shoulder.
Garrison was temporarily out of it but he eased up a bit when he finally got his bearings. "Oh, sorry, what can I do for ye?"
"Did you call for a cab?" The bartender was a middle aged man with salt and pepper, shoulder length hair. He kind of reminded him of a biker.
"No, sir, but can I get another shot?" Garrison needed to be more aware of his surround
