PROLOGUE
He ran..
As fast as he could.. away from. Just to get away from there.
Away from them.
He slid around the conner, face to face with an alley way. He didn't care, stumbling in. His mind kept telling him to run. Not to look back. A gun cracked. He felt a bullet fly past him. It hit and scrapped a wall. Hs heart doubled its work , as he ran for the streets opening. He can make it... He knows he can. He extended his arm. Ust a few ore steps-
CRACK
.
He felt his vision blur, andbefore he knew it.. he felt the cold musty floor of the alley. Voices overlapped about capturing him. Old men, slurred, cocky. He looked up, and the last thing he saw was a plump old bastard that raised a crowbar.
Blakout.
