That’s the weird thing about death. A lot of things you make will last far longer than you ever will.
short story
I got unlucky after a respawn; the game had placed me right near him. We both frantically jumped, crouched, and dashed from side to side to avoid each other’s shots. I nailed a couple shotgun blasts and was about to get the last one I needed.
That was when I saw a shadow out of the corner of my eye.
It was so unnatural that it pulled my attention away from the game just for a moment. Its body was devoid of all light, and the edges thinned out like ripped, fraying black cloth. Its eyes were bright red. I could have sworn I saw its teeth when it smiled—they were sharp, and they glistened.
A headshot K.O. alert brought me back to my senses.
