Jericho Cane

Job. Alone. His family dead. Vodka, rage and pain fill his empty shell. A silent "Why??" screams out of every clenched breath. There is an answer, a reason for his life. But the agony of loss is easier to bear than the burden of faith. He does not yet know what rests upon his shoulders, that his mortal muscle and bone must hold back the unimaginable, eternal evil of the End of Days.