"BLANE! HELP! BLAAAANE!!!"
screams Amanda, grasping the bar as hard as she could. I gripped her wrists and attempted my best to pull her up. She was losing grip, I could tell by the fear in her beautiful brown eyes.
"BLANE BEHIND YOU!"
She yells as I snap my head to see what she was warning me of. It was Hanz. The twisted son of a b**ch.
"look what we have here, the two lovebirds having a moment" he smirks, every word patronising.
"SHE'S DONE NOTHING, HANZ."
I cry, knowing I can't hold on any longer. My palms were growing wetter.
"oh, she didn't. But you did. Now I'm afraid the little lovebird has to...fly"
He heavily stamps on her clenching fingers. She was now falling through the air at an incredible speed.
"BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE"
Her screaming gets more distant as she descends to the bottom of the tower and I could've saved her.
I could've saved her.
Hanz's evil, sick laugh echoes through my mind.
"you didn't care about her, Blane. If you did..you wouldn't have done what you did" he says as he leaves, leaving me staring over the ledge of the excessively massive tower.
I could've saved her.
YOU ARE READING
Apocalypse
ActionShe has to survive. She isn't like any other girl - doesn't care how she looks, doesn't paint her nails..instead, the only thing she paints is death with the blood of the zombies which have been multiplying in her city. It's the beginning of the end...
