Death welcomes

I had stumbled upon the bodies of my watcher friends along my trails

But the gangs had not managed to get to me yet

I had to believe it was because of the specimen

Maybe they were protecting me

Whatever the reason I pushed on and on

I made a small camp miles away from the city and

Ensured I covered my tracks at every opportunity

Laying traps and signals to throw people off my scent and to

Confuse them on which direction I had taken

I was woken up one day with a start

I was surrounded by gang members

Tied up and laying lifeless in the corner was the specimen