Weekend Writing Warriors: Blood Angel Rising, Part 15
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Welcome to Part 15 of Blood Angel Rising, presented to you 8 sentences at a time through Weekend Writing Warriors. Check out the first fourteen installments here.
Last time, Monica was being held at gunpoint by Rike, but the sound of a supernatural threat on the other side of the door may have finally given the Sheriff the wake-up he needed so they can work together and try to get out out of their situation…
Rike lowered his gun and looked at the door. Monica stayed low and slowly turned around, hoping the prick was finally getting the idea that they were both in trouble. Her fatigue from the events of the past few hours was taking its toll: her muscles ached like she’d been pelted with hammers, her gun seemed to weight a ton, and her sweat-stained eyes were raw.
She and Rike watched the door, and waited.
I’m going to die here, she realized. There was no escaping that truth, not anymore, but Monica was surprised at her own sense of calm. It’s surprisingly liberating knowing how utterly screwed you are, I guess.
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