I’ve never really thought how it would feel to die. I didn’t expect death’s cold embrace encroaching upon me – nor did I realize how quickly the agony would spread throughout my entire body. My acute vision was failing and my surroundings were becoming a spinning blur of colors. I shook my head, trying to clear it, and my movements were suddenly sluggish. I blinked fiercely, trying to clear my vision and saw the crater of a once hulking figure in front of me. A pained cough sounded to my left, and I glanced over and saw the tall form of Mark.
His clothes were soaked with blood, and he clutched at a massive hole in his chest as it poured blood. He looked at me. His eyes went to my chest and widened, before he doubled over, coughing up blood. I felt panic for my friend, but the girls were safe. I then felt a warm trickle down my stomach, and I looked down in horror. A hole was burrowed deep in my chest and squirting blood. I doubled over with coughing spasms and blood spat from my mouth. My knees buckled and I fell on my back, hearing screams from far off.
My vision was dimming as I choked on blood. I struggled to stay conscious, but it was like holding up the world. “Janet” was the last word I spoke before succumbing to the darkness.