Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 298

Jay hit the ground and couldn’t move. He had several holes in his chest. The cavity in his lung was
swelling with blood, leaking out and staining his jacket with messy scarlet patches.
Sasha towered over him to see if she got him good. She left him for dead, entering the bunker. Jay’s vision
was blurred, blotchy shadows covered his field of vision face. He heard Sasha close the door, locking him
out. SHHHHHH…..
“Murghmm…” Jay grumbled in pain. He closed his eyes. Letting darkness engulf him.