Chapter One

Brady Barns was always a hyper child. Always asking questions, putting his head where it shouldn't be. His mother always told him one day asking all these questions would put him in a bad spot, and she was right. At just the age of 12 Brady was already involved with the “bad” group of kids at school. The ones who thought they were gangsters, rappers, and anything else that they could only dream of being. One day these new “friends” Brady made asked him if he wanted to come help them with something after school. Of course Brady asked questions, where they were going, what they were going to do, what time they would be back. Bradys new friends were weirded out but kept on. The task to complete was hurting a small child, no older than 10, that had hurt one of Bradys friends. Brady had never hurt anyone before, but he figured it was going to be a learning experience.

They found the boy behind the school walking back home. Little did he know it would be the last time he would see daylight. Bradys new friends pushed the kid to the ground and started punching and kicking him. Brady didn't know what to do, he more or less stood behind them all watching. After a few minutes of beating, one of the kids took out a pistol from his waist. He could barely hold it, almost as if it was too heavy for him. The kid hands the pistol to Brady as he had done nothing yet. He tells Brady not to kill the kid, just to act scary. Brady takes the pistol, it fits like a glove. It was almost as if he was always meant to hold a gun. Brady points it at the kid and says nothing, he fondles the trigger of the gun with his finger as he stares down his eyes. He can tell the kid is scared of him, and he loves it. That's when Brady feels a hand reach towards his weapon, and that finger which was once fondling was now clenching in panic. A loud pop goes off and brains go all over the pavement in front of Brady. In shock and panic, Brady looks at what he had just done. Brady drops the gun to the ground to where one of his new friends picks it up and points it at Brady. A flash goes off, and all Brady can see is black.

An ambulance comes and brings Brady to the hospital where it can be seen by doctors the bullet had penetrated Brady's skull. There was only one way to save him, and it was to bring him to the best doctor classified for this surgery. They board Brady onto a plane and bring him to chernogorsk, where they would find Doctor Yenin Vitsen, a doctor specialized in removing bullets from certain parts of the brain. After hours of surgery Brady wakes up in a hospital, with no one around him. Things seem to be tossed around, and the door was barricaded to his room. Everything seems to be spinning in his head, and even thinking gave him a headache. Confused and incoherent, Brady calls out for help. When he calls out he is left in confusion, it's not his voice. It sounds like someone else is speaking for him.  His mind couldn't seem to put words together normally either, and they were coming out as if he had something mentally wrong with him. Immediately he tries to get out of bed, but he couldn't move his legs. He was still able to feel them, they just felt weak. He looks to his right and sees a newspaper. He picks it up and sees it says 2017. He begins to cry, worried. Asking himself what happened, what happened to four years of his life. He must have been in comma from something, but what?

After days of sitting in the hospital, with the horrible smells, and no help to come he begins to get strength back into his legs. He gets up to and walks around to search the room. He finds food in the drawers, and eats it immediately. He drinks the filthy water from the plant pot, and he already feels much better than he did before. He opens the closet to find a dead body, only a few days old of a nurse he had never seen before in his life. Flies and maggots were rotting throughout the body, but it didn't seem to faze Brady. He had been sitting in a hospital for days with no human contact, any interaction with a person dead or alive was of some relief to Brady. Finally feeling his full strength back, Brady goes to the door and pushes away the shelf barricading the room. He opens the door to find an empty Hospital, desks and papers strewn throughout the hallway, and the smell of rotting flesh throughout. He was now in a world of rot and ruin.