Prologue

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Revelstoke Depository. Almost $50,000,000 worth of cash was in the vaults, and me and my crew were going to rob it. We called ourselves the Horsemen. The crew was composed of me, War, Famine, and Pestilence. I, of course, took Death. Our actual names are Jacob, Eric, and Lucas. My name is Jaden.

This was going to be our last job, but it was going to be our irst time without Zack. He was an interesting guy, to say the least. He took the mantle of Fear, that being the Czech hypothetical 5th apocalyptic horseman.

He was very shaky most of the time, and we couldn't trust him with a gun because he would get too jumpy with hostages. One time, he accidentally shot two hostages, and the 5 of us had to bail. Zack was left there, though. He took o his mask, and he sat there as the two hostages he shot laid dead on the ground, blood pooling around their curled up corpses.

Zack wasn't very good with blood. Once he passed out when he cut his inger making dinner for us all at his house one night after one of our more successful heists, so you could imagine how he would feel about a bullet wound, much less two of them. He threw up, passed out, and I tried to run back to him and grab him, but I could already hear the police sirens, so we had to leave him.

From what I had heard, he died in prison after refusing to eat anything for 6 weeks. Why he refused, I don't know. Why he didn't rat us all out, I don't know. Maybe he could've. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

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