a
powerful hands gripping a jagged piece of rock, half the size of my head. He did
uming. My foot felt detached, a useless appendage. My vision blurred. I stared at him, my eyes wide with a mixtur
devoid of any warmth. "Just three days. What's thre
The ankle was a grotesque, unnatural angle. I felt the blackness creepi
have three days, Derek. My life support... it's programmed
in the air, he
rld," I choked out, the lie tasting bitter. "Just
m, still loving me, still waiting, was the only thing keeping me from giving in to the darkness. I dragged myself f
hed expression. He picked up another rock. Smaller this time, but still lethal.
and, the one I had used to dig, now lay a mangled
ries. Not after what Casey told them." His voice was
"No," I whispered, the word a despera
o demand answers, to see them. My thro
ged from the shadows b
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