Shattered

Gabriel is running out of time. Hands slick with grease, cold drizzle creeping beneath the overpass, he glares at the broken bike and tries to ignore the darker thoughts assaulting his mind. *Shattered* finds Gabriel at one of those mundane moments when it feels like the jaws of the entire world have closed around your throat. Luck has deserted him. Strength went second, and he’s been running on spite alone since. What happens when that runs out too?