It didn't take me long to fall asleep, but as usual, the nightmares began. That night five years ago when I had to watch the execution of my daughter and wife for taking on the drug cartel and getting found out.<br/><br/>My life went from bad to worse even then, my parents died in 'mysterious circumstances' not long after, I remember walking into the captains office and shouting at the top of my voice, "stick your fucking job," then throwing my badge on his desk.<br/><br/>I went straight home and totally wrecked my house, taking my two guns and a few clothes, I put them in a rucksack then pulling a pipe that fed the gas stove from the wall, I lit a candle in the lounge, then walked away.<br/><br/>I got about two blocks down the street when there was a huge explosion behind me, my house, my life were gone for good.