As red and iron filled as fresh blood!
After I have feasted from the pulsing neck of my victim...
I rub my face in feral dirt!
Oh, how I love my... Texas Red Clay!
TEXAS RED CLAY (AN EXCERPT)
...There I was... wet, confused and hungry. I was back from the dead and did not have one idea as to where I was. I knew one thing, though, I needed to satisfy that hunger. Soon instinct took over my mind and body. I soon found myself attacking deer, wild boar and even the occasional small bear for their blood. This way of life continued for about forty days. I constantly found myself thinking, 'Where are the humans for me to feed upon?'