The one that tasted of blood..

It was dark, rainy and hard to see. I was part of a caravan that was leaving from our store to go to another town for dinner, as somehow we all got off at the same time. Sylvester was in his car with 2 other people, Justin was in his truck with someone else, I was in my car, stopped on the side of the road waiting for Liz to get out of the store, Natalie and Martin had gone ahead with two others, and there were 2 more people, but I can't remember who they were. We headed for the town that was about an hour away, and when we got there, it seemed as if there was some sort of festival going on. It was a small, historic college town, and the celebration was almost like Mardi Gras. Lots of drinking, fires and music. Somehow, I got separated from the group when we were looking for the restaurant, and as I was searching for them, I came across a cemetery where the start of the festival seemed to be. It was pretty old and run down and I really wanted to see what was going on, so I went up the short walkway, and poked around a bit. There were drink stands, so I bought one, and decided to keep walking. The drink was some sort of fizzy drink, non alcoholic, almost like rock pops with kool aid. After a few minutes, I could taste blood. I thought maybe I had just bitten my tongue or something, but it was so dark I couldn't see. My tongue was pierced and I could feel it swelling up and I thought I was drooling because of it. I looked down only to see blood was really flowing from my mouth, and it was fizzy as well. The more I walked, the more I bled. I decided to try and get someones attention, but they acted like they couldn't see anything wrong. I couldn't talk because of my swollen tongue and everytime I tried to open my mouth too much blood would flow out making forming any kind of sentence impossible. I decided to try and get a hold of someone in my group and went looking for the restaurant. On my way up the hill I saw a few more girls bleeding from their mouths as well.

A girl that was part of a crowd of people watching the fire dancers told me I had only a few minutes left to get to the guys house that was a few blocks away, or I would bleed out. This was part of some scavenger hunt-like deal that was going on, and I had been picked to play. I was supposed to time my walk up to the house perfectly. If I waited too long I would bleed to death. If I went too soon, I would bleed on their sidewalk and they would kill me. However, they were not allowed to tell me how much time before it would kill me, as it affected everyone differently.

That's when I woke up. With the taste of blood in my mouth.