Henry's POV
I kicked the man on the floor, high from the drugs, while constantly touching the new bite scar on my neck.
"You piece of shit are having a good time, aren't you?"
I crouched down and gripped his hand.
"Now tell me what you see; get a vision."
Though this junkie was already all over the moon, his eyes turned red and he mumbled,
"This Thursday, burned-down forest, at 1:23 night."
My heart skipped a beat. Thursday was the day after tomorrow.
After so long without him getting a vision, could this really be it?
The hope strangled me, as I wanted to believe it with all my might.
I stood up and kicked him again, but he didn't even move anymore. After making sure he wouldn't die on me, I gathered the second package holding the same white powder, which he had yet to consume, and emptied it over the toilet before flushing.
Let's wait until he comes back from his trip.