Running along the golden sands, the surf lapping at their ankles, Damon reached back, grabbing Ruth’s hand, pulling her along. Her chest was tight like a vice as her heart beat frantically, wanting to burst from its confines, her lungs burning with every laboured breath, matching the searing pain on the soles of her feet that even the ice cold water couldn’t sooth.
The ruins were in sight; their shelter and safety from their pursuers. Looking over her shoulder, Ruth saw the advancing shadow descending across the coast. It was stupid to go out scavenging so soon after the first attack on the settlement. But Damon was sure it was safe.
“This way!” he shouted, desperation in his usually composed voice, hearing the enemy approaching on the wind. They ran through the maze of ruins, graffiti from another age a reminder of human survival. With a single leap, Ruth and Damon were sheltered in a hole under one of the huge concrete blocks as fire reigned down and the thunderous roar of dragons shattered the air. “That was a close one,” he quipped. “Best get comfortable Ruthie; it’s going to be a long night.” Ruth nestled against Damon’s chest, his heartbeat soothing against the continued roar of the dragons.
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