Alive on Arrival: Chapter 12

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Animal instinct kicks in. Or is it survival instinct? A little of both. Aiming the pistol at the flat-lined man, I place the barrel against the back of his head and fire a round into his brain. Blood and brains shoot out both ear canals. If he wasn’t dead before, he is now. Both men are my gift to Jaun Juarez. The cartel boss intends to torture me, then unalive me. But only after I beg him to kill me…to release me from my agony.

I hear voices outside the door. They come from the corridor.