Safety, by Mac Jones
Blam! Blam! Click! Empty. I hit the mag release on my .45. Only three biters left. I check my vest pockets and my blood runs cold… I’m out. I miscounted. In a last ditch effort, I dash through the corpse blocking the door, arms shielding my face. We stumble, and I hit the sidewalk hard. I’m shaken, but free.
“It’s empty! Not a single can!” Supply run came up dry, but I’m happy to be alive. Carter checks on me. He notices the wound first. I touch my arm and it stings. Infected. Carter apologizes, and flips off his safety.
Mac Jones would like to use this space to list his published works. Unfotunately, he has none. For his seldom-updated blog, visit rexappeal.tumblr.com
pssst…Mac! You have something to put in the published list now! (The Were-Traveler). 🙂