Bands and Blood

That night, I couldn't sleep. A burning thirst had started in my throat and it kept me tossing and turning for hours. When I rolled over and looked at the clock, I was shocked to see that it was only 1.30 am, two hours after the incident. I slowly got up, stepped over Frank, who was sleeping on the floor of Leon's spare room and walked quietly down the stairs. I opened the fridge and saw beers, sodas, vegetables and fruits. Suddenly, my eyes squared on five packets of raw meat. I tore open the clear wrapping and sunk my teeth into it and closed my eyes, sucking in the sweet juices.
"Gerard, what are you doing?," someone whispered. I turned around slowly, teeth still in meat and came face to face with Bob. He looked scared, but that all changed when he smelt the meat.
"Its mine. Take your own!," I whispered, tossing him another packet. He tore open the packet and sucked the juices.
"Hey, share, will ya?," Frank scowled, appearing in the kitchen with Ray and Mikey.
"BEST FEAST EVER!," Mikey whispered, sucking on the meat.

Notes

This one is a short chapter I wrote in a rush after obtaining ideas. Hope you liked it!