Prologue
Colt walked calmly down the road to the intersection, feeling almost completely numb to what was going on. The streets were practically deserted tonight, but she didn't care. Just as long as everything ended. Like it was supposed to. Like she intended. On her own terms.
Reaching the intersection, she knelt to lay flat on her back on the warm, dark pavement. It was a cool night, the wind crisping the air and the moon clear in the sky. The pavement still smelled of tar, despite its age. Leaves fell from the trees, and an owl hooted in the distance. Colt felt a tear begin to form, but she ignored it. In a few hours she wouldn't have to worry over her friends and all her nostalgia for the way things used to be.
She only had to wait for a couple of minutes until she heard the vehicle coming around the bend in the road, the rumble of its engine distinct against the cool night. Headlights shone on her form, and tires screeched as the driver realized her presence. Colt shut her eyes tight, waiting for the hard impact. She was ready.