He was cashing out. First the bullet in the back and now the death of his closest friend – it was time to go out with a bang. When he threw the dynamite he knew it was the end of the road for him. Waking up was a shock. Even more so to find himself tied down being operated on by a woman alone. She had to be plumb crazy out of her mind in order to help him. You didn’t fix an animal like him. You put him down with a bullet to the brain, before he could turn and devour…everything. She was good and he, well…he was bad.