In the night, hidden in the emptiness, I

In the night, hidden in the emptiness, I heard a muffled, guttural growl, as if someone or something was in agony; I paused, more still than restrained—somewhere in between I

Gasped for my last breath and lunged my way threw the rusty still barrier.Demonic forces grimaced threw a few layers of thick smoke gave it an even more futuristic morbid type of

an idiom or even a milieu. Infernal armies of fire were storming over the Plains of Abraham and across the Black Mountains. That last lunge got me only a few feet forward before

the stray flame managed to burn off my shoes. Now I was barefoot in the middle of an invasion. A bit not good.

a bit not good at all. For having no shoe on foot number two meant I was slightly less tall & had to walk on my right ball. My loping gait & misbalanced weight disturbed my troops

and we had a great fall! Down came the sun, I started for the horizon following a sweaty limpy run & dreaded the monster craving for my blood. What could I do, after all,

since it was I who volunteered myself to donate to the blood bank. My breath was coming in ragged gasps and I'd run the last of the adrenaline out of my system. It was going to get

worse before it could get better, I realized. But it *would* get better if I could just get to my can of spinach in my back pocket! I sank to my knees, barely conscious & reached

with, I realized, my now useless arms. I rolled around in severe spinach withdrawal, convulsing, vomiting, sweating, in and out of consciousness, moaning in agony. Only 3 more days

until I begin to lose hope. But then everything went black. Or white. But the point is that I was saved, I lived to tell the tale, and the last line was made by ACN. The end.