I have to share my story. Not to scare, not to show what kind of tale I can spin, but because it happened to me, and people need to know. Only that way can they save themselves.

I guess I can start by telling you my name. I am Chris Savannah. I don’t have a family, nor friends, not in this existence at least. I don’t have a house, nor car. All I have is the clothes on my very back. One could say I’m stuck here, but I prefer the word “trapped”. “Stuck” would imply that it is possible to get back.

The sky is blue, a color that I’m not use to. The people crowding the streets, the machines hogging the road ways. The ambiance of a hell-hole of a city. This isn’t home.

My name is Chris Savannah.

And I never should have existed.