The Jeep rumbled and coughed like an old man, as it struggled to heave itself across the muddy plateau. Raggedy tree occasionally pierced the thickening morass, their sad branches clamoring at the bulging, sickly looking bruised sky.
Katrina struggled to open her eyes. When she did, the world was wavering, oddly blurry, with soft edges, places to hide, a purple twilight spreading it's suffocating wings over everything, casting jagged shadows. Opiates clouded her vision. The painkillers in her blood thickened her thinking to an almost unbearable slowness.
Cooper's face swam above hers, his eyes wide and pleading, his mouth moving, and faintly, from a distant and faraway place, his voice echoed, Stay with me Katrina! Please!
Hazily, she stared at him, trying to comprehend. He leaned down, and pressed his lips to hers. His touch was delicate and fluttering, somewhat damp but he dipped his head, and deepened the contact, until Katrina was him, and he was her. He was as sweet and tender as the moon, she managed to think giddily. A spike of pain jabbed into her forehead and she tasted blood, before darkness swallowed her up again.
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The End of Her World
Science FictionAfter a series of devastating terrorist attacks a girl is abducted and trained to be a spy while her father, a marine, looks for her with a military squad. Along the journey she will discover betrayal and love as she's never felt before.
