Prologue
The leaves crackle under my jet black combat boots as I run. I hear growls and grunts behind me. I keep running, because that's what I have to do. That's ALWAYS what I have to do. I see a break in lines of trees ahead of me. Maybe it's a road and I can find someone willing to take a hitchhiker. I cut through the trees, I turn quickly to my left just in time to see bright lights. I look into the wind shield of the car that nearly hit me. Before I can process the people in the vehicle, My vision starts to go black, then I pass out.