Nick yawned deep. He exhaled a high-pitched grunt as he closed his mouth and shook his head. Sleep had been a luxury over the past few weeks. It came in minutes rather than hours.
The dreams were never the same, but the cast of players remained unchanged. The tongueless vagrant with his neck nearly garroted through. A young Hispanic man in an argyle sweater hovering over him, eyes wild. His head explodes in slow motion. The taste of grey matter in his teeth. The face of the sultry redhead in the cemetery morphed into his mother’s hollow, dying eyes, accusing him of not being there when she passed.
Sunlight reflected off the concrete of the overpass and blinded him. He put a hand over his bleary eyes and looked at the complex built into the hollow formed by dirt and concrete. The cars ove
