To the End
The woman used her entire body to force the doorway of the back entrance open, the momentum of her shove sending her sprawling onto the warm concrete outside. As she slammed hard against the ground her vision turned black. Her stomach twisted. Blindness. She’d seen some of them with milky pupils. She’d always hated them the most, hated what they represented, the idea that she could lose the only tool she’d ever known that had connected her to the world. Even in death this was reprehensible. If one could even call it death.
