Mist swirled around me.
My breathing slowed.
A dark figure came from the shadows, silver beneath the moon.
I held my breath, then ran the opposite way.
Don't look back, don't look back. I kept telling myself.
I heard guns firing, and bombs going off.
I ran straight for the light ahead. But each step I took seemed to pull me away.
The dark figure appeared, eyes ablaze. A machine gun slung across his back, and another in his hands.
I turned around, and saw it face to face.
It was Death.
Part of it's face showed briefly. Pale, like a corpse.
For the first time in my life, I saw Death.
-Andie Hatter, aka Andie Christie