28 February - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Distant shouts sounded out through the crisp winter air as she hid, flinching as stray bullets sporadically fired towards her. She was down to her last shot, and in spite of herself wondered if it was perhaps best placed for herself, knowing what awaited. Preparing for the final shot, she noticed a rustling at the foot of a tree nearby, parting to reveal a small underground passage, strangely lit. She heard low, rhythmic whispers, as though calling her, urging her to enter. She glanced away. They were just metres away now. She took a deep breath, and jumped.