Chapter Four
Rigger didn’t die on that night, almost a year before, but something went wrong inside his body. In that b****y parking lot, he picked up some dreadful disease, perhaps something those two deviants left on the ground or in the air. Some alien pathogen that crept into him as he stood looking down at what was left of his life. A timed-release murder, relentlessly gnawing at his insides, destroying him from within.
He didn’t actually know where the disease came from, but in his seething rage at what those two had done to his life, he imagined they were killing him as well.
Ten months passed before he realized or even cared that something was wrong with him. His doctor put him through an exhaustive battery of tests, taking almost a week. The day he met Katrina and Rachel on the
