The blond screamed and gripped the fire escape with white knuckles. She sank down, shivering at the coldness from the numerous spirits swiping at her ankles and feet. The fire escape shook and she pushed herself further away from the railing.
The mutant summoned as much plasma as she could to fingertips, begging for it to be enough and started launching potato sized bombs at the approaching spirits. She swore saw her father in their ghostly faces and she cowered further away. She was waiting for the impact, all too familiar, of his fist to her face.