preface
I'd had more than my share of near-death experiences; it wasn't something you ever really got used to.
It seemed oddly inevitable, though, facing death again. Like I really was marked for disaster. I'd escaped time and time again, but it kept coming back for me.
Still, this time was so different from the others.
You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers—the monsters, the enemies.
But how do you run from death itself? How can you run when your time has run out? What do you do when your own body has failed you and you've run out of options?
Death had come for me; there was no avoiding it anymore.
No matter what, I knew my heart would stop beating.