by Tahnee Fritz
Two of Trevor’s men are right on top of me. I refuse to move away from Ryder. I know I should stand up and fight my way out of this. Rage should be consuming me right now. The monster should be coming out to play and rip into these guys with everything I’ve got. Sadness is the one human part of me that’s left and it’s holding me down. It’s keeping me from doing anything.
They grab my arms and pull me away from Ryder. I struggle as his hand falls out of mine. I kick at them and elbow one in the gut. That only gets him to clamp his hands down on my arm even tighter. I can’t get away from these goons. My mind is so wrapped up in the fact that Ryder is lying on the ground in front of me and he could very well be gone forever. I could be staring at him right now and remember this look on his face as the last memory I have of him. Just like my father, this could be my last image of the one I love.
The two men, each with a tight grasp on my arm, force me away from the scene. I dig my heels into the ground, trying to get them to stop. I guess the small amount of blood I got from that zombie girl isn’t enough to give me the strength I need right now. Trevor walks around the guys and stands right in front of me. The most devilish smile is plastered on his face and he knows he won this round.
“You should’ve joined me when you had the chance. You don’t know the kind of hell you’re in for now.” He says, the reaches his right hand to my face, “Let’s see those deadly eyes of yours.”
The sun is blinding, even for the short second it catches my eyes. They burn like fire and I squeeze them shut as tight as I can. There’s no stopping these guys from dragging me away now. I can’t see to defend myself and I’d look like a fool if I tried. Still, I struggle against their grip. I want to get away only so I can be by Ryder’s side one last time. He’s lying on the ground, not moving. I couldn’t feel a heartbeat and couldn’t see his chest moving up and down for air. I have no idea if he’s alive or if I just lost the last person I truly care about.
Acknowledgements:
I would like to thank my family for always being there to encourage my writing. My niece, Annah, for volunteering to be on the cover of The Fighting Chance and for pushing me to get it finished. I thank my friends for making sure I never give up with things. A special thanks to my husband, Brad, for always listening to my crazy ideas for my books and never allowing me to give up. Lastly, I thank my fans for all the amazing reviews my work receives.
About The Author
Born in 1988, Tahnee Fritz is the youngest of four and grew up in the small city of Burlington, IA where she still resides her husband. She studied creative writing and English before graduating from Southeastern Community College with her Associates degree. The Human Race: book one of the trilogy, and Crazy For Love are among her works of fiction.
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