In life, you could be charming and well put together, and you still retain that talent, though in your current line of work you rarely have the opportunity. In college, you danced, played sports, had friends…after your Embrace, it seems like you've done nothing but drive this damn Honda and beg for blood.
The phone rings. And rings. And goes to voice mail. This is Chance Carelli, St. Basil's Hospital in Phoenix…
You don't bother leaving a message. Rather than wait to burn, you grab the satchel with your deliveries and head away from the highway, looking for anything that might save you from destruction: an old mine shaft, an abandoned shack, anything.
The stars to the east are gone, replaced by a blue-purple haze. It's 6:30 a.m. You remember the last time you saw the sun. You were so focused in those days. Life was so clear. You knew what you were going to become. And then…
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