No Tears for Dead Men

ENOUGH - Awakening in a dark, musty room with a headache the size of Philadelphia, Kali's first thought was the word, 'KIDNAPPED.' It permeated her body as if an alarm was pulled too late to warn of impending danger. She remembered tripping over something before her knees began to buckle and her world turned instantly black. What was it? Who was it? She winced from the pain on the side of her face as the memory of blood and bodies on her living room floor flashed in her mind. Was her daught...