Last Days
By: Amanda Torres and Shane K.
Prologue
Gavin stared at her fragile body as he laid her against the hard hospital bed. He had locked the door and he could hear that they were getting closer. "Gavin..." she wheezed as she reached for his hand. He bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes went straight to hers. Her once vibrant brown eyes looked sickly and watery, the whites of them filled with blood. "Gavin," she cried again and he could see the bloody tears that were spilling down her pale cheeks. "Shhh," he whispered as he stroked back her short, black hair. "I'm going to make everything okay," he whispered as he took out the gun that weighed heavily on his belt. He swallowed hard and kissed the temple of her forehead as his body began to convulse.
He leveled the gun at her head as the banging on the door grew worse. Her eyes stared widely into his and Gavin closed his eyes, feeling the weight of the gun in his hands, hearing the sounds of the banging and snarling grow worse.
He knew that he had to do this, he had to. "I always loved you," he whispered as he leveled the gun up to her forehead, her eyes growing wide with hunger and fear as she stared at him. "Gavin...." and then everything blurred to black.