Leaning against a metal door, he paused to examine his scorched arm. The fire had eaten through god knows how many layers of his skin. Now that his adrenaline was slowing, he was finally registering the throbbing pain shooting up his arm.
A loud crash followed by a thunderous gust of wind echoed behind him. They were close.
Placing his uninjured hand on the floor, he willed the earth beneath to protect him. Obeying him, the ground cracked open and he jumped into a tunnel. If he was going to die, he would do it on his own turf.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Written for Friday Fictioneers. It’s been a while since I popped by.
A standalone sequel to Suffocate.