9/11 Short Stories

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The mighty adrenaline-fuelled slap that planted itself across his face with a resounding whack awoke him with a start. Dan was temporarily distracted from the pain in his leg by the god-like slap. “He’s not dead.” She thought “Thank god he isn...” “What the hell? Oh my god! What the hell happened to my leg?” Dan screamed, interrupting her mid-thought. Slumping to her knees, Ev neglected to answer. She was exhausted from the having to traverse the heavily rooted ground whilst at a sprint. She could not decipher the words which had begun erupting incoherently from his mouth once the searing pain regained its grip on him. After a while, Dan partially regained control of his mouth and she was able to understand what he was saying. “Ev. Call…mbulnce…”

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