Her footsteps echoed through the street, along the with rain of gun fire and laughter. The rest of them were gone. Dead. She didn't know. But she wasn't going to back to find out. They'd agreed. They would have done the same.
...Probably.
There was blood on her face. Not hers.
She ran aimlessly, taking shelter in the dark of an alley way, pressing back into the shadows and covering her mouth to hide her breathing.