Ezekiel showed no indication of waking up. After all, he had been in this state for a whole day. No way he would wake up normally so I tried to do everything in my power to keep him alive.
"Ezekiel wake up you sleeping bastard!" I shouted, performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
No response.
I stubbornly pressed on. "Don't forget you still have to pay me for rescuing you here!" I continued, though panic was starting to creep into my voice.
Suddenly, I felt something tickling against my forehead. I instinctively swatted it away and continued my efforts to wake Ezekiel. But it returned, brushing against my skin again. When I swatted at it more aggressively, I felt something wet and hairy.
Looking up, I was confronted by a long-haired woman sitting on a branch of the tree above me. Her hollowed eyes locked onto mine, and her mouth was disgustingly ripped open.
"I like... you... Stay here... with me..." she said, swinging her feet lazily, but her tone gave me the chills.
