Underneath the shimmering sky, Death stood atop the sand dune with her sword in hand. Her dark hair billowed in the midday desert wind, while she stared down at the ones that had still managed to survive.
Alex and the rest stared at her, fear gripping their hearts. Every single one of them was frozen in their tracks, not having a single thought on what they needed to do.
Alex was but the only one with any amount of courage in the moment, only because he didn't fear death.
"You guys, you need to leave right now," Alex shouted. "Go. Run now."
The others seemed to awaken from their shock and immediately began scrambling.
Alex watched them move and wondered if he should stay or leave with them. Before he could make that decision though, the world turned upside down for him as he died once again.
Alex came back to life almost immediately. When he did, he saw even more dead around him. Those that had survived with a single wound the first time were now no longer alive.
