Samantha continued her mad dash, feeling the sand beneath her, confidant that she had gotten away. There was a dim recognition of more gunfire, and she heard a sound not unlike a knife cutting meat. She smiled as she ran on, numb to the world. She had escaped. She was safe. She could still survive this.
As she dashed through the dunes, she became more and more aware of the narrowing of her vision, the yellow sand turning to grey, the sounds around her becoming more and more muffled.
She started breathing heavily, too heavily, and stopped, looking down. She was not quite sure what to make of the slim rod, poking through her shirt. It looked much like a novelty prank arrow. She touched it with one hand, turning in place sluggishly, trying to find the other end like a cat, after its tail.
Her knees gave way, and she fell to the ground, trying to stay upright. She felt around her back for the other side of the arrow, finding it, and grasping clumsily. Her eyes narrowed as she gave it a slight tug, amazed that the pain had not yet come. Her hands flopped uselessly around, and she collapsed even further, lying down.
Was that someone standing above her? Was anyone there? Dim shapes seemed to block the sun. Were they angels? Demons? Could it be Eoin, come to take her with him? She had a moment of panic, when she realized she would be leaving without anything to say. She coughed, feeling warm liquid roll down her lips. She managed to swing her hand up, slightly, reaching toward that shape which filled her view. Desperately, she reached for something to say to the world. "I...love...you". She did not know who the words were for, but as she felt them leave her lips, she knew that someone in the world would be found by them, maybe saved by them, and that was enough.
She smiled weakly, and let her hand drop to the sand.
Samantha Atterman: DECEASED