If you're reading this, you need to know something from the start. Not everyone makes it to the end. And there's no apology to be made for it. In the words of another, more sinister, "This is the way it has to be." A wolf makes no apologies to the lamb does he? Should he? As for the living, sometimes leaving the past behind can be a more violent way of moving on. And just sometimes those paths come from necessity.Take the girl and her Noah, careening south-bound to warmer lands unknown to them. Better only in comparison to their rotting youth. Fueled by equal parts venom and alcohol they ransack their way in an acid-riddled haze. If only they knew who's attention they'd catch along the way. Take the Agent and his hunt for someone not too far from himself, and the young Blailey trying to survive the job, the monster, a ghost, one that strews bodies (headless) dappled across and between the highways that cut up the country. Take the man we'll come to know as Alighieri. The liar. The monster. Hunting and being hunted for what he's done.If you're reading this then you need to know. Blood stains the ground of West Texas. And there's a fire on the horizon.