Prologue
They say that right before you die, in the last moments of your life, you experience snippets of everything that came before. Flashes of the life you lived. Loved ones, places visited and moments of pure joy. They say that in the final seconds, right before the end, you finally understand. You accept everything that has happened, and all becomes painless and bright.
They say a lot of things.
All of it crap.
That moment, when it hit me, there was no joy. No happiness or precious memories. Just fear and blinding white pain.
I heaved a piece of concrete from against the gaping hole at the side of the building and flinched as a loose electrical wire sparked overhead.
At my feet, a watery brown trickle of god-knows-what ran from a cracked pipe near the cell floor and slithered ac
