The Prey

Somehow, I survived.

I wasn’t supposed to. I wasn’t supposed to open my eyes, breathe, exist—but I did.

Maybe it was a miracle. Maybe it was sheer luck. Or maybe it was because Judas had jumped after me, and Ralph had followed right after, pulling both of us from the jaws of death.

That’s what Kyle told me, at least. He refused to say anything else after that, just stared at me with something unreadable in his eyes before changing the subject.

I didn’t push. Those memories were too raw, too haunting.

And to be honest, when I jumped…

I wasn’t thinking. Not about who I was leaving...