​The Last Breath (The Scavenger’s Story)

Weak at the knees,
He crumbles under the weight of everything,
There on the decrepit store floor he can hardly see,

Through a blurry haze,
He hears a voice as he falls on his face,

“Good thing I was passing by. Seems like you need some help.” A masculine voice says to the scavenger lying helplessly on his side. The scavenger sees the outline of a person, but everything else is blurry.

“Here. Drink some water.” He says lifting the scavenger up in a sitting position. He tilts a metal canteen enough to let the liquid fall into the scavenger’s parched mouth.

As the scavenger relishes the hot, but needed water, he feels the shadow lurking in the darkness.

“It’s about to be dark. Bad things come out in the dark. I will carry you somewhere safe.” The voice says looking at the scavenger, but all the scavenger sees is a blurry face as he passes out.

The shadow slithers in the darkness,
Relishing the fear in the scavenger’s mind,
“When you’re on your last breath, you will be calling me, and I will be there.”