Story and art by Penny C.
The thing made a chittering noise in my ear. My blood ran cold; I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, faster and faster until I couldn’t bear to breathe. It was horrible. We had fought, and the insect had won.
Well, this sucks! I told myself. On the bright side, you massacred its nest . . . And you managed to deal a lethal blow to it. It’ll bleed out soon. See? Your death won’t be pointless.
I suppose the thing hadn’t won at all . . . “What the hell?” I head-butted the creature, stunning it. I rolled to the ground where my axe had fallen, picking it up. Then I swung with everything I could muster.
In one cut I had severed the head from the neck.
But not without sustaining damage. A spray of blood hit me, and immediately my skin began to burn. I screamed, falling to the ground.
“I suppose I am going to die then . . . ”