Lindsay clutched her shirt closed as she ran blindly through the alley. The attractive twenty-something was barefoot, having left her expensive shoes well behind her. Her once perfect makeup was streaked down her face, and her blouse was torn open.
"This isn't happening. This can't be happening!"
It really shouldn't have been happening. Not in downtown Freedom City at rushhour. But it was.
With a whooping yell, all six of the gang members came running around the corner after her. They were the ones who had stolen her purse, torn her blouse, and scared her half to death. Now they were herding her into the alley for a purpose far more sinister.