ZAC
The overly bright rays of the morning sun penetrate through my eyelids, causing me to stir. Begrudgingly, I blink open my eyes only to squeeze them shut again. The dull stabbing in my head is fighting the ringing in my ears for dominance.
I swear my whole body is aching like I had spent the night in battle. What the f**k happened to me?
Reality smashes back into me without warning, and my eyes fly open. The harsh light no longer slows me. My heart lodges into my throat; I look around and realize I’m still in my office as I stretch and draw in a deep breath. The faint stale stench of whiskey and blood permeates the air around me, c*****g an eyebrow and sitting up to find the source. I see the bar cart, and its contents have been knocked over, well mangled, actually. Once filled with
