Epilogue
Exit
Corporal David Wyatt Graham was dead.
At least, the person was.
What was left was a shell of a person,
bullet holes riddled in his
contorted body. His mind was hardly his own anymore. He
held memories that he didn’t truly have and feelings
that no longer mattered. What was left wasn’t a man. What was left was a mission on two legs. Pain no longer mattered.
There were things left unfulfilled. His heart didn’t want it, it wasn’t a desire.
One word kept this fragment going. It wasn’
t life, it wasn’t the truth. No. None of that mattered. All that mattered was revenge.