The Shock

elizabeth lay motionless on the pavement as the 400 pound emissary rushed to defile it’s victim. It was feet away when three gunshots punched it to its death. From across the street, jacob martin rushed to elizabeth. He checked her vital signs. Swore. Then picked her up. Her lifeless body swaying as he walked.

Once clear of the emissary that had just begun thrashing like a freshly killed snake, jacob lowered her to the ground and started cpr, hollering his head off for help.

After five cycles, his screams finally brought a young man from one of the nearby shops. He was unpackaging a portable defibrillator. At the sight of the PAED, jacob tore off elizabeth’s shirt and jog bra. Within a minute the pads were strapped to elizabeth’s chest and side. They were ready to

SHOCK!

elizabeth jolted back to life, gasping for breath.

The first breath hadn’t even ended, when jacob handed the young man an envelop.

“Take it. Give it to her. Good bye.”

Before man could react, jacob had slipped into the alley.