Ellis woke up. Someone was touching him. He felt really sore and tired. He opened his eyes a tad and saw a man hovering
over him with his hands in Ellis' pants pockets. "Ah!" Ellis exclaimed, shoving the man. "JESUS CHRIST!" The stranger yelled, punching Ellis in the face out of reflex. Ellis' face hit the carpet he was laying on, and his hand flew to his now aching face.
"What the hell, man?" Ellis said, scooting away with his elbows, still laying on the floor. "You're.. You're alive? Are you bitten?" The man asked. Ellis looked at his attacker. "What in the hell are yew talkin' bout, 'bitten'? Bitten by what? And why did ya hit me?" Ellis asked, gently rubbing his cheek. "You know what I mean! Don't you?" The stranger replied. "Yeah, yeah I just wanted tah make sure yew knew what ya meant." Ellis said sarcastically. "Nah man, I have no idea what ya mean. And who are yew?" He added.
"Shit, how long have you been