"Is he dead?"
" Nah... I think he's alive "
" Gosh, Neville's damn strong, remind me not to step on his toes"
..... "Neville.. Neville... Nev... "
The name echoed through Scott's ears and he abruptly opened his eyes only to see two faces staring down at him.
"He's awake"
One of the two vampires muttered, he recognized him... The friendly vampire who had brought him and had been his camp mate.
But who was the second guy with blond face but pale with a smile too.
Yes! He remembered! The vampire he had kicked in the chest and had knocked out the two others.
Scott slowly got up from the soft material he laid on, a 6.5 feet medium bed.
He breathed out and looked around the room, this was not his own camp he had been assigned to.. This place looked more like a clinic with the structure and smell of herbs and drugs.
"Where is Neville?"
That was the first question that came out of his mouth.
"You still ask about your brother who knocked you out cold for three days?"