THE NEXT TIME I opened my eyes, I was alone, hungry, and confused. It took me a while to remember what had happened and when I did, I closed my eyes and grieved in silence, remembering my last few hours with Slade.
When the tears finally subsided, I got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. As I washed my hands, I gazed at myself in the mirror, surprised at how my appearance had changed in the last few hours. My skin was pale and my cheekbones were more noticeable. I almost appeared... gaunt. Truth be told, I looked as if I hadn’t eaten in days and it made me wonder how long I’d actually been asleep. Then there were the tiny holes in my neck, from the Roamer. They were such small marks but burned when I touched them. They weren’t anything like the holes in my shoulder. I wondered if I
