Jeremy's eyes slowly fluttered open as he tried to take in his surroundings. He felt really weak and couldn't even move a finger. He had no idea where he was or how he got there agd he was completely delirious.
He could hear someone call his name but it sounded so far away, like it was all in his head. His throat felt dry and patched, he was thirsty. Not for water but for blood.
How many days had it been? He had no idea.
He tried moving his limbs but it was futile. Something was preventing him from moving.
He let out a painful groan.
"Bl..." He murmured weakly. He needed blood badly, he needed to retain his strength. "Blo..."
He still couldn't bring himself to say a full sentence. The little he was able to let out took a huge toll on him.
Where was he? He could barely remember what happened to him and why he felt so weak.
