Fatal Wound

Anne

If it were just the sea in sight, it would have been less shocking. I was rooted to the sand when all around my view lay bloodied bodies.

I gasped and covered my mouth as huge, electric shivers ran from the tip of my feet straight to the core of my heart where, just like the steam engines of the Titanic, it began grinding against my heart.

I couldn’t breathe. It was just like in Umende, but this wasn’t a virus. These people were shot dead. There was blood everywhere.

‘Vincent!’ I gasped, darting my eyes around. I forced myself to keep moving and get to safety, wherever that was, to avoid meeting the same fate as the people laying on the sandy ground.

Too late.

Right in front of me stood Joshua. He had dumped the jacket he had on earlier and was wearing his white designer’s shirt, which was now ripped and bloody like every dead body here.

I stared at his predator-like stance and evil smirk, then wondered if truly it was my end.

“Aren’t you the little damsel in distress ever