I shoved a knife into his next attacker before I fired two shots at the car to his left. I would fight and I would die today, but not in vain. For once the blood spilling would serve a good cause. And if I died, I’d die with the memory of Cara’s sweet taste, the feel of her perfect skin, and the image of her pretty face branded into my brain. I’d close my eyes with a good memory, no matter what awaited me after.
