@ravenousdiaster
As a journalist, Brandon’s job was to serve the people and expose from those who had or intended to take advantage of them: politicians, businessmen or whoever. It was normal for him to get threats, but that never stopped him from publishing his articles. Things never really got out of hand until that night. He left the newsroom around nine and after walking two blocks, he felt the blow on his head.
The next thing he knew was that his whole body was in pain but he wasn’t laying in the cold pavement where they had left him to die. In was in a hospital bed and the light of the room was shinning brightly, which made him groan uncomfortably.
“What the hell happened?” She mumbled, completely unaware that there was someone else in the room.
