Five Months Earlier
It knew. He could feel it as soon as those black, pitiless eyes turned on him. It knew.
But maybe Sam didn't. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe that thing wouldn't tell him, maybe it would keep its trap shut. Maybe…
"Back from the dead… like a cockroach…"
Just a hint. It was only a hint. If Sam wasn't awake, he wouldn't even hear… hopefully, Sam was out cold.