She held the rifle steady for him. He was barely conscious, propped against the unforgiving stone, unable to feel his legs.
She was leaning back on his chest, and felt each of his shallow breaths giving way to a slump. He could feel her warmth rapidly fading.
The entire world seemed to be turning red—the burning palace, the sky, the stars, even the light in the sky sweeping the ground.
The light in the sky, approaching. Continue reading