GOING ROGUE: Book 2: Winter is Here (Ripped Road Series) (English Edition)

Prologue

Chris unzipped his pants, stood in the ditch, peeing, and looked at the sky. The clouds never look friendly when it gets cold. Grey and ominous, sitting isolated in the sky, reminding Chris just how alone he was. The snow will be coming soon. The wind moved them along, reminding the clouds they could not stay long. The ground crackled and crunched a little underneath Chris's feet as he shifted his weight. The warm fluid spilled on the snowy ground, steaming and staining it a cruel yellow. Chris heard the bang and soon felt the impact, hitting the ground hard and fell forward into his own urine. He was curled up like a newborn baby; it felt like someone had just hit him with a hot sledgehammer. The bullet had hit him somewhere in the upper stomach. 'Who the fuck shot him?' he thought. Then the rush of pain and adrenaline came to him, reminding him all was not lost; and that he might still live. Chis pulled out his Glock, out of muscle memory, and rolled, staring at the sky once more. The clouds were laughing at him now. The devil was laughing. The whole world was mocking him in that moment. He curled his legs up to his chest, screaming out in anger. The kevlar vest still smoked slightly from the round. The clouds told him someone was coming. Chris slid his hand under his body armor and felt blood, but his hand was still wet with a mix of urine and fresh snow. An unmistakeable crunching sound of footsteps was approaching from over the ditch. It was coming to finish him off. 'Who cares? You are fucked anyway.' he thought. Chris scratched at his chest inside the body armor like that would somehow fix the burn of the bullet. The Clouds looked at him as if to say 'you will soon breathe your last breath. You will die laying in your own piss'. In that moment, the darkness accidentally met the light. The rhythmic crunching of the steps were much closer now. Chris zipped up his pants, still dripping urine, while holding his gun. If he was not going to live much longer, neither was whoever shot him.

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