MARCUS MARKET’S POV
“Please breathe,” I heard someone telling me from a far. I was just in a dark place alone and I was just there and I could completely feel nothing. Is this what dead people feel?
I tried to feel my nose and my respiratory system by moving my body but I could not feel them anymore. I heard my chest being moved up and down and I tried coughing to see what could happen and that is when I found myself awake beside an elderly woman who had this great resemblance to Norah Stewart if I am not wrong.
“Thank God you are alive because you are my only hope to save the city and erase all the Westside mass killing,” She said and I did not understand what she was talking about. All I could remember is my undying love for Norah Stewart who was carrying my baby.
I stared at her an
