I stumble before a random supermarket, the sign shines like a thousand suns in my pupils, I peer inside and wobble further in… if something attacks me now, I can die for all I care.
I’m done surviving, done fighting against predators, and done defending myself.
“Hey, psst, what are you doing?” I search the whispering voice, “Hey, get down,” Where’s it coming from? My legs cave in slowly, the tiles hit my side hard, I moan as I peer at the bitter scuffling my way.
What am I doing? Why am I surviving? Ethan was my reason, but now he’s gone, and so will I be soon…
“Oh, for goodness, sake,” The voice again. A gunshot goes off and palms drag me away from the growling.
My eyelids flutter to something warm beneath me, and blue eyes scanning me close-up, “Whoa, hey, what are you doing?” Sh
