Lana
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. A prolonged but inevitable clash of claws and fangs through molasses air. Reality was crumbling around me and I couldn’t even move my feet.
Helpless.
Time didn’t exist. Then, all of a sudden flashed forward and stopped. Blood everywhere. Horrified, I looked around at the burning town. Libby. Where is she? I ran as fast as I could through the thrall of burning buildings. I coughed through the thick plume of smoke as I made my way back to the edge of the forest.
“LIBBY?”
There was an explosion behind me that threw me off my feet and sent me crashing into the ground.
Can you really stop it all?
As if taken off mute, I could hear their screams. All of them. People in their final moments.
Despair, denial, before they’re ripp
