Rotfish

     I told myself, this is where I die.  This maze of cars long since abandoned all because some stupid little girl couldn't stay with the group.  I brushed the thought out of my mind.  The thought wasn't true and I knew it. We'd lost track of time finding Amy, too much damn time. With no light but the artificial orange glow of our flashlights to guide us through the maze of drywall and boarded up windows, the setting sun refused to tell us just how close we were cutting it.  But as soon as we returned to the parking garage on floor one, as if mocking us, the sun stared at us intently, far too close to the horizon for comfort.  With panic in