Someone is about to die. Write about the minutes leading up to their death.

She was going to have to make a stand here and if there was going to be any hope of the other getting away. Waiting until they had all rounded a corner ahead of her, she turned back. Though she knew she couldn’t stop the thing, she could at least try to slow it down. “Momento mori,” die memorably. Well, that was what she planned to do.

Drawing her weapons, she open fired on the advancing menace. Her shots didn’t even seem to phase the creature. It just kept charging, never pausing for an instant. In the split second that she had between realizing her rounds were ineffectual and realizing she couldn’t escape, she knew without a doubt that she had failed. Her death wouldn’t be meaningful. She wouldn’t even change the thing’s wild gate by half a stride.

“Fuck…”