23 Hours

| March 6, 2015

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23 Hours

I went to that cabin with a very simple plan; drink until the whiskey ran out, then use my last bullet to set myself free. I’d been bitten so I knew exactly how much time I had left. I also knew what would happen when time ran out and there was no way I was going to let that happen. I wasn’t upset about it; I was almost relieved. Hell, I was even looking forward to the freedom that death would bring. Then I found that damn kid.

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