Sandi used to sleep with Jimmy, her man. Now she slept with her AK 47 with a detachable scope. Her Bible lay dusty in the cab of the truck.
Readjusting her backpack as a makeshift pillow, she tried again to fall asleep, but always the nightmares of the past years would haunt her. Sandi wasn’t the fun, happy, busy girl she used to be.
The opposition took what she most held dear. She could still barely stomach the horrifying images in her head. This time, she was not going to let it go.
Sandi was headed for the refugee camp to try to meet up with the Lewellen Opposition party that stole her life.
She sketched those faces into her memory with a red-hot iron; the redheaded man with green eyes and a mustache, the black-haired guy with the stone-cold brown eyes, and the Asian guy with the Fu Man Chu. They were her prey and she was their hunter.
Until they were dead, she could not live again.
