It all came down to me.

The one who followed the rules, never went looking for trouble–I kept to myself. I just wanted to take care of my family. To not constantly look over my shoulder, worried about the things that went bump in the night.

I just wanted to survive. But that wasn't meant to be.

As luck-or fate, or something-would have it, the trouble found me.

I followed a rabbit through the wreckage of a half-ruined world to get back what was mine, and wound up at the end of it.

In Wonderland. But there's nothing magical about it.

Contains mature themes.