You can move your hands now. You rise and glance outside through the narrow crack between the desk and the wall; it's full dark. Your Hunger is an ache in the back of your gums that leads right up behind your eyes that threatens to turn into a migraine. You can hold off the Beast a few more nights like this, but you'll need to feed soon.
You head into the dingy and abandoned convenience store part of the abandoned filling station, wander past dusty and empty shelves and glance outside through gaps in the boarded-up windows. You can't see that strange eagle, but you still smell blood. It's faded, but impossible to ignore. Movement catches your eye, but it's just your distorted reflection in the broken glass of an empty display case. You stare into the eyes of a haunted-looking, eternally young…