The Hit was a new venture for me – an idea not of my own, but offered to me by Barry Cunningham, publisher at The Chicken House. The idea in a nutshell – there is a new drug doing the rounds. You take it, it makes you better, faster, stronger, braver, smarter, more committed – it has to, because it kills you after one week.
What would you do with your week?
That week would have to be the best week you would ever have. It would have to be better than all the other weeks you were giving up. You would never grow old, never get tired, or ill or sick. One week in which to pack all your dreams, all your hopes … one burning hot, sparkling bright week to fullfil your destiny, to dream your dreams, live your life – and then die.
What would you do with your week? Sky dive, bungee jump – the big adrenalin hits you never dared to have before? Travel? Money, sex, love? Would you try to find a cure, try to leave a legacy to be remembered by? Would you just go and tell everyone you know what you think of them?
Adam thinks he has it all. He’s kidding himself. In one glorious night he get to see Jimmy Earle die on stage from taking Death in a live concert and joins in with his girlfriend Lizzie in the revolutionary riots that tear through Manchester afterwards. But within a few days he has lost everything and in a moment of despair, in the early hours after he has seen everything he wants slip through his fingers, he takes the drug called Death. He wakes up the next morning, feeling more alive than he has done before … and he has only one week to live …