Fighting the pain and frenzied teeth.
Raw knuckles and burnt muscles.
“I can’t hold them.”
I collapse to my knees, blood gushing out of gaping wounds, spent, panting like a dog.
I succumb, buying time with my life. Is this all I’m worth, meagre seconds?
With luck they’ll waste time feasting on my corpse.
Iain McKinnon is the author of the Domain of the Dead trilogy