James Whaley

Extinction

All I knew in those moments were the smell of gunpowder, the burning of acrid smoke, and a red blur in front of me. Paint? Blood? It shifted and through the raining dirt, I could see a fox. The first living creature id seen in years……… and it was dying. Its fur was matted with blood and scorches in places from the blast, as it convulsed in pain. The worst thing though was that as far as I could see there didn't appear to be another fox in sight, It was alone. Its paw weakly touched my chest, the first living thing to touch me in forever.