[ CW ] A horror story , limited to 2 3-sentence paragraphs , in a world where cellphones always have signal .

He stood over me holding the machete wet with the blood of my college friends. He had stopped his unrelenting, deceivingly fast walk that had somehow overtaken my panicked midnight sprint through the woods. I had to double back, run in his direction, but I now had the phone in my hand and now he was just starring with his head slightly tilted, almost playfully. 
 
 I fumbled at first, but managed to jam in the numbers to my old flip phone hoping to God I had signal. The voice carried far into the cruelly quiet night air, “ 911 what is your emergency? ” I knew then the foolishness of the call, and my utter hopelessness as his footfalls began to close what little distance there was to my death. 

