Bobby woke with a silent scream to the searing pain in his chest. He couldn't breathe and could barely think through the pain. There was more than just the localized pain of the stab/bite wounds in his chest, it was like his veins were on fire. His body slick with blood, and his mid unable to focus, he convulsed off of his bed into the floor, as a giant bug like creature left his room. There were people too, with guns. They were leaving him for dead. Their backs were to him and still no sound.
All at once the sound returned, and he could hear himself screaming, and the screams of others from all over. It was hard for him to focus, and even getting his mind around something as second nature to him as changing was almost impossible. He felt himself blacking out as the last person cleared his room. There was no-one else in there to feel the temperature drop dramatically.