Prologue: Bam!
“Where exactly do you think you’re going Sam?”
He increased his pace.
“You can’t outrun your mind stupid. Why don’t we try some more of those drugs huh? That was fun. Psychedelic disco with all the lights…I could jam all night. Come on Sammy, don’t be a wet blanket,” Lucifer whispered in his ear, always just a hair’s breadth away no matter how fast Sam was moving.
Sam was running, running, running, hoping to outrun the devil. He didn’t even hear the car as he ran across the road. One minute the devil was taunting him, the next, there was blackness.
He woke up to a white room and curious silence. Not silence around him. He could hear people bustling about somewhere close, the whirr of the ceiling fan above him, a machine steadily beeping…
But still, he felt like it was weirdly quiet.
Peaceful.
He lifted his head, looking around for clues. He was surrounded by white space, a thin blanket, thin mattress, naked backside. He was definitely in a hospital. He sat up, twisting awkwardly to reach for the chart at the foot of his bed. He was hindered by his leg which was apparently in traction but he was glad to see find that he was tall enough to manage it.
He snagged it the chart, reading the name at the top.
John Doe.
Huh.
Something told him that wasn’t his name.
What was his name again?
