Live free or twi-hard
LIVE FREE OR TWI-HARD
“Drink,” the man, the thing, says again. “You’ll feel better.”
Dean shakes his head. He will never do that. The thirst inside feels like nothing he’s felt before, like he’s spent the whole day licking sand after pouring raw alcohol down his throat. It feels like his insides are turning into dust and he wonders how it is possible that the drool that runs down his mouth can possibly be liquid at all.
It takes him a minute to realize that it’s not drool trickling down his chin. It’s blood.