John Carter walked alone in dark. The unfamiliar stretch of highway twisted its way rth, winding through the dense tropical forest scattered along the southwestern coastline of Florida. Carter didn't kw where he was or where he was going. It made difference. After what he'd done, all that mattered w was where he'd come from, t where he was going. He just had to get away. He had to walk. The ghost of shame and the dread of revenge followed him. Despite this kwledge, Carter knew that he was going to beat them both. He would escape. He would win. Then it would all be over. John Carter would bring them down. He would outsmart them. They would never threaten him again. It was inevitable. It was a certainty. He felt confident that it would all be over soon. That was all about to change the moment he made the decision to turn off of the rthward highway onto a narrow stretch of road the led to Newcastle Beach. Soon, thing would ever be the same again.