“keep going Daniel”, he tells himself as he runs through an abyss of an alleyway . The street light become more and more distant as he follows the screams of his wife. He cradles his shotgun like a mother would with her newborn child.
The panic running through his body reminds him of a time when he was one of New Jersey’s finest;when he was a cop. Daniel has been retired long since his glory days on the force, but he didn’t tie up all the loose ends.
The screams of his wife grow louder, he must be close. His hand eases toward the flashlight at the end of his shotgun. He teases the button with his finger before finally turning the light on. As soon as the light flashes on and illuminates a small portion of the inner city ally way a crackhead runs past, nearly giving Daniel a heart attack, but he has to keep going.
“This has to be it”, he mutters to himself as he peers toward a big decrepit steal door. He prepares himself to kick the door down.