Oblivion

Jim Deaks staggers into the night. He’s drunker than he’s been since he was 16, his first bounty with Scar’s crew, more money than he’d ever seen and a newfound wealth of sins to spend it on. He chokes down more of that burning liquid oblivion.
It’s not enough.
He still feels the pull, the need, insatiable and deadly.
It started weeks before, a dream voice, a deep longing, homesickness for a place he’d never seen. Then he’d come north.
He’s nearly there now. More scared than he’s ever been.
Come, she says. He drinks, and fights to ignore her.