Prologue

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Behind me I could hear the howls of terror echoing through my bones like a long-forgotten nightmare; death was merely a misstep away. For what seemed like years I had been running; running from those I loved and those who would protect me. Trust no longer an option due to betrayal at every turn.

As the howls got closer, I stopped and felt the breath of death flow down my skin, burning me to the core. Death was but a short step away. I thought of my friends and family; I'd left my best friend Lara without a word and now she would never know what had happened to me. Minutes had turned into hours, hours into days and days into weeks. Standing my ground, I turned to face my foe,

"Come at me you son of a bitch." And, while the nails clawed my skin and teeth sank into my neck, I sent a silent prayer to Lara "I'm sorry; he's coming for you all." Then there was nothing but darkness.

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