Prologue

On the 7th day,

I was broken, battered, and bloody. My lungs struggled for each breath. It felt as if there were two sharp needles behind my eyes. I can barely lift a finger. I can barely think coherently.

I take another punch, and spit out a clot of blood.

From far away, I hear voices. I can barely make anything out. There are two of them.

"They won't talk. What should we do?"

"Hm… Leave this one. Kill the other one."

I hear sounds of struggle. I try to move, but my hands are bound. I summon all my strength and look ahead.

The images come in quick flashes as I struggle to stay conscious. I see the guard lift the silenced pistol. I see him pull the trigger. I see the handcuffed man shudder as the bullets tear into his chest. I see the blood begin to pool on the ground.

I black out again, fall into a nightmare world filled with the screams of the dying.