Prologue

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          My body grew heavier within each passing hour-
The lone clock on the rusted warehouse walls glared back at me as the moonlight hit its glass cover- rendering me unable to read the damn thing. My breathing grew shallow as I tried to drift away to sleep. If that was the only way to make the grotesque place I was in a little less worrisome and to make the pain shooting through my back subside- then I best be getting some shut-eye.

          Just as I was about to drift off to sleep I heard a faint shriek in the distance- a woman getting robbed perhaps? I did my best to turn my hand into a fist, slamming it down onto the cold lifeless concrete ground, even in doing so I felt a crunch and the pain grew more unbearable. A whimper passed my lips as I fought the urge to cry. The waxing crescent loomed over me with a somber silence- cracks in the ceiling let me see the moon- even if it was for the last time. It was all I needed.

          As I dozed off I heard footsteps in the distance- followed by gunshots and shouting. My tired form curled up in a ball to comfort what little I had left of me. What little I had left of my sanity. A familiar voice yelled my name with agony etched in their voice in the distance; yet I was too worn to go to them. To help them.

                          Whoever they may be.

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