keep on your knees

You cover your head not wanting to watch Brent die. You kneel over muttering prayers. The only thing in this fuck up world that you wants at the moment is to live. This cold heartless world **** you from the comforts of the brothel. You silently curse the mystery killer who by mere happenstance got you sent here.

You heard a cry of pain. Slowly looking up, you saw Brent with a wight sword sticking through his stomach. His ruby blood spills out to the snowy floor. You cough back puke as you couldn't stomach the redness pouring out of Brent. He fell to the ground looking at you. You saw the lights in his eyes flicker off.

You hopes with everything you got to wake up from this nightmare. But to your horror, the wights began their slow unhuman strides. They surrounds you. The fear, eating a hole in your stomach, builds as you wished you had some courage to help Brent when you had the chance.

The wights stops their movements. You looks around seeing a wall of the undead. You wonders why they stop when the question got answered.

The white walker leader parts the undead. His chilly blue eyes looks down on you. His feet making no noise as he stand over you. A hand coming down to what you thought were his icy sword.

You yells out with cold breathes. "Please don't kill me. I want to live. Please...please...please." You bend your head over into your crotch.