Once Upon A Fever Dream

Prologue

We were all sitting at the campfire, slightly intoxicated from stealing alcohol from my dads whine cellar, in the basement. We were messing around, and Bryson pulled a revolver out from his bag. He emptied out all the bullets but one, spun the chamber, he handed me the gun, and asked if i wanted to go first. I harshly rejected him and pushed the gun back towards him. He looked at the gun, shrugged, spun the chamber again, put it in his mouth, and pulled the trigger.