Chapter 6

POV: Tamara Davis

Death is one of the inevitable things in this world – you couldn’t run from it even if you wanted to. Once it knocks on your door, no matter if you’re ready or not, whether you accept it or not, it would eventually reclaim your life.

“Hey, you, stand up,” a loud adenoidal voice snapped her eyes wide open.

It was already a sultry late afternoon – well, she guessed it. Tamara was still sitting on the cold floor as her upper body was leaning against the brick wall.

Her mouth was dry as she tried to swallow the bile lump on her throat.

She...