It has been many nights since the red haze took over me. It was unbearable, a constant fire driving me insane with a thirst so overwhelming that nothing else mattered. Nothing else than my momentary salvation...blood. Fresh, warm blood gushing down my throat and easing the agony if only for a were so many others searching for blood like me and we all had Sloan. Sloan wasn't like us but he didn't smell like blood, like our food, but he knew where the blood we find would be best. And we listened to him, for those who didn't would become his feast.