PROLOGUE
BOOM! A jolt. A thud.
I felt my heart stop. Lying on the floor was a man, face down. Blood was starting to pool on the floor around his head. I had just blown his face off. His brains were splattered all over the wall.
I looked down at my hands, not believing what had just happened, what I’d done. The gun, a Desert Eagle .50 caliber with a flat black barrel and custom rubberized grip, looked like some alien piece of technology, something poisonous. I had carried it for years. It was big and had felt good in my hands. I had practiced firing it at the abandoned quarry outside of town hundreds of times, but in all that time, I’d never imagined actually killing someone. Thoughts flashed into my brain like machine gunfire. Now what? It was him or me….what else could I have done?....Now what do I do?
Ooh, man, I just pissed the rest of my life away. My eyes turned to the body, and my thoughts turned to my past, the really big question. How did I get here?