Monday 18th of February 2013
The Price of Freedom
As long wisps of smoke danced in the air, I felt my spine shudder and push me into the carnage of unforgiving ammunition. As if to augment my weak frame, the sun stung my bloodied olive skin like a feisty scorpion. I blinked violently, as a futile attempt to clear away the hideous grey smoke.
I hovered my limp hand across my abdomen until I found it. My fingers sank into a vile sludge of intestines and dirtied blood, my once rowdy eyes widened and my last thread of alertness coiled itself into a piercing, wild scream.
I closed my eyes and fell into the unwelcoming black pit of my sanctuary, a place I had visited numerous times before.
I knew from the way she looked at me, that she would be my first prey…
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