Something’s changed between Damon and me…

He was sleeping. He was lying on the ground and he was sleeping. Until he felt a dull pain in his waist. He slowly opened his eyes.
“Get up”
He felt how someone threw something solid to his head. He lifted up his head and looked at it. Drumsticks. Cold drumsticks. But since they hadn’t been exactly generous with comida he didn’t complain. He picked up one of the drumsticks and ripped a piece of with his teeth. The person who had awakened him left the room. He sat right and looked at the walls. Small, white lines ran from halfway the walls to the floor. The window frames were ripped off...