I wake up in a dimly-lit room. The putrid stench of decaying flesh assaults my senses. I look down at my body - it's heavily bandaged and I'm lying on some sort of narrow stretcher.
My eyes scan the room. It resembles a large tepee - smoky, warm and crowded with all sorts of weird things - small dead animals in jars, bottled herbs, large leaves piled one on top of the other and various bizarre concoctions. Freaky, like I'm in a witchdoctor's room. I need to get the hell out of here. I try to move, but the pain in my chest is so intense, I stop. Where the f**k am I? How come I'm hurting so much?
Over the next couple of minutes, the fog in my brain clears and I start to remember. Payton Wagner - that's my name. Twenty one - University of Los Angeles, on holiday in Mexico with my deadbeat father and bitch of a...