Jordan Gibson

As Above, So Below

Run… Run… Run… Henry’s legs burned, but he could not stop running now. The heavy footsteps of a creature lumbered behind him, his breathing coming in short bursts through his mask. Henry half led, half dragged Gabby through the brush, the girl unable to keep up with his strides. The tears ran down her face, he could see through the clear plastic of her mask that her eyes shone in the light of the moon. She knew better than to utter whimper. Years on the road had taught her that.