The onset of the thirst was sudden and all-consuming. I
cast the sweat-drenched sheet off of my emaciated body and rolled out of bed,
crashing onto the floor. I was so weak. But the thirst. The thirst crackled at
every nerve-ending of my body. I dragged my wane body across the floor.
Initially without destination, I gradually became aware of a scent tickling the
tips of my nose hairs. I followed that electrifying odor down the many flights
of stairs, until I was lying atop the cold basement stones, lying in wait for
the scurrying rats, full of precious blood.
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