CHAPTER 1

Daniel looks down at his messy chicken scratch that he had scribbled out with a pen who's ink is nearly gone. He signs off the letter with his name; a short and simple script. Daniel. The ink is gone before he can get out the 'iel' of his first name. He pulls apart the pen, dissecting it from spring and plastic. The tip falls out and he realizes how similar the shiny piece looks to a bullet.
It's poetic, in a way.
His time is nearly gone.