by Lisa McCourt Hollar
Darius Shaw struggled to breathe, every pull of the cold air slashing his lungs. He was burning with fever, but Darius didn't have time to worry. If was going to die, he wanted to make sure it wasn't a wasted death.
The groan of the un-dead legion sounded behind him. They had followed him, as planned, every misguided step taking them further from Meghan. Her safety is what drove him. The sign read, ROAD CLOSED. The bridge was out and below him, the river rushed. Darius waited until they were on him, before jumping, taking the mindless fucks with him.
Word Count: 100