"Eight! Seven!" Victor's voice roared over the howling wind, the syllables cracking through the SUV’s radio like a whip.

I watched in horror as he gripped the railing of my stretcher, his knuckles white. The back doors of the ambulance flapped violently against the exterior of the speeding vehicle,

The rain fell in unrelenting sheets, hissing against the smoking engines of the wrecked vehicles. The flashing red and blue lights of the overturned ambulance cut through the darkness, casting long, nightmarish shadows across the wet asphalt.

My spirit flickered violently, the edges of my vision d

There was no light. There was no sound.

My spiritual energy had shattered like glass, dissolving into an abyss of absolute, silent black. I was floating in a void of nothingness, detached from the rain, the mud, the horrific explosion, and the deafening crack of the gunshot.

*Julian.*

His name