Zeke was awakened by an intense headache. It was almost like his head was being cut into two. It even felt like the one doing that was taking his sweet time, laughing maniacally, seeing Zeke suffered in intense pain. Zeke turned his body on the other side of the bed, grabbed one pillow near him, and pressed it to his face, as if the pressure, the feeling of something pushing itself on his head will at least try to make his head feel better.
Zeke, groaned in annoyance as he can’t get rid of his damn hangover, even if he’s already hitting his head. Zeke had enough so he instead shot up from the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed and letting his bare feet touch the cold floor. Zeke finally opened his eyes, getting that feeling that he's not in his house. Zeke just realized that he was not
