"Call 911! Call 911!" She yelled to the driver. Blood flowing from Peter's multiple wounds tinged the puddles a diluted red as the rain continued to fall. His faded, pale face told the story. Confusion. Pain. Trauma. - Coming death.Peter McClanahan's journey is just beginning and where it will end, not even The Voice knows. Can you count the twists?
"Call 911! Call 911!" She yelled to the driver. Blood flowing from Peter's multiple wounds tinged the puddles a diluted red as the rain continued to fall. His faded, pale face told the story. Confusion. Pain. Trauma. - Coming death.Peter McClanahan's journey is just beginning and where it will end, not even The Voice knows. Can you count the twists?