Having no idea who this person was, she was glad that she didn't hurt her too bad. She would have felt guilty. "Freddy Krueger AND Jason? Boy I hope that these assholes die a slow and painful death and are gone for good pretty soon. I'm getting sick and tired of running." She said as she limped a little bit to get away from the dumpster.
Taking the woman's hand, she sighed. "You're right. I managed to kick him in the balls and he got me pretty good in the leg as I was running. Think we can make it to the hospital? Or even a clinic somewhere, I hope that I don't need stitches, that's just what my dad needs to hear now." Looking at her, she tucked her hair. "I'm Eliza. Nice to meet you Wichita."