In the opening of two rundown buildings of the abandoned area of Kitville were four figures.
"I...have to...survive..." She found herself crawling with everything she had left, until when it was seemingly over for her. She touched a something, gripping it tight for dear life— a shoe.
"Hey, that's our catch!" The two men in orange and black approached proudly. However, the figure in a black overcoat with a white collar said nothing and continued with his cigar.
"You deaf or something, I'm speaking to you." He continued to talk, near the figure while his comrade went to grab the girl by the legs.
"Save— save me, please... please!" She didn't know who it was or how he was, but for her— there was no surviving in the hands grabbing her.
"Little scum, there's no saving you here!" The figure grabbed her by the hair and yelled.
*SLAM!
