This is about a book I've been writing. a Piece of the prologue The cold rain seemingly erased everything promising a new tomorrow. Except for some unfortunate souls whose luck had finally run out. The heavy smell of gasoline and burning rubber hung in the frigid, dry air. The squeal of tires echoed across the silent night. Sliding across the wet pavement the sound of squealing was followed by a loud and uncontrolled crash. Before the noise and smoke dispersed in the rain.