The Edge of Desperation...

The horizon is dark with rising smoke and haze. I catch myself, on to business. I run with my head down, risking myself to better the group. I run into the open, grabbing my most effective tool, the wood splinters around me. I'm short of breath, is that the fear or the run. Do I dig in or run back to safety, back to the group. If I fall will there be someone to lift me up, will there be a hand. My chances of survival here are slim, but my position is vital. I release fire from the sky getting hits. I'm out. I run to safety, I'm red but not down. Two at the door, one mid, and one high. I take my position watching the door. The ever present horde approach's. I force it down, tightening my grip. This is our last chance of survival. We are the only one's left.