Akasia Sol had always known she was no one’s favorite. Even as a child she’d felt it. She could see it in their faces, in the utter lack of joy in their eyes when they looked at her.
But she’d never imagined herself the scapegoat for the end of the freaking world; the villain in her own story, the mastermind behind the single greatest fuck-up of all time.
Still, there she was, in a pitch dark tunnel 900 km below ground, soaking wet, blood running, with a machine gun casually thrown over her shoulder, watching in disbelief as she realized that the prophecy was true; she was indeed the catalyst to start the End of days.