Chapter Twenty-Seven
Last man standing.
My world filled with a kaleidoscope of pain. Ankle throbbing. Shards of agony piercing the fingers of my left hand. Everything was spinning but I sent a foot hard into the right knee of the beast towering over me as he swung for my head. He yelled, stumbled. It was all the space I needed.
I scrambled to my hands and knees and charged him.
He roared, raised the board, and we collided as he brought it down. It bounced off of my back, and we slid across the mud, staggering backward, crashing into the barn’s wooden door, which splintered under the impact, ripped from its hinges and clattered to the ground. We followed, landing on the soggy floor. I rolled, dodged a punch and swung one of my own. Missed.
Bennett groaned and climbed to his feet, I kic
