PREFACE
SOME WILL SAY THIS IS HEROIC.
Dying in the place of someone I love. It is not how I imagined it in those brief moments where I truly considered what life would have been like if different decisions had been made. I was not one to be noble, nor was I one to be thrust into dangerous situations, but the last year has been about doing things I was not one to do.
The hunter stares at me pleasantly. He waits for me to move, to dart across the room in a feeble attempt to escape. But, as terrified as I was, I knew I could not escape. I did not want to escape.
Smiling at my resignation, the hunter sauntered forward to kill me.