What Happens After Survival
The drive is with federal investigators.
The company is being raided.
The explosion was no accident.
Silas handed me a passport.
And a set of keys.
“You’re free,” he said.
As the black cars disappeared, the alley fell silent.
I was no longer a ghost.
And Silas was never the man in the parka.
We both vanished from that place.
And for the first time in my life… the air felt clear.
