Nikki walked alone on the abandoned railway platform as she slowly made her way past the out of date billboards showing adverts from a few years previously, graffiti scrawled over the dull grey walls and a map of the old train routes. It was ten o'clock in the evening, a cold night in September and it was already very dark, the only light she had was from the torch she carried in her hand and the very few overhead lights that worked in the station. At some times the light of the moon shone down on the platform she was on, and cast eerie shadows on the ground. A noise somewhere behind Nikki made her jump and she spun around with a surprised gasp, her torchlight catching the eyes of a curious fox, it barked and trotted away. A gust of wind blew and litter flew past her feet, old newspapers, cans and bottles all rattled along. Hoping the police backup would be with her soon she pressed on. When she had radioed in, the man on the other end told her to stay in the main foyer of the station to wait. Her curiosity got the better of her and she had ignored the order. Nikki looked cautiously around the outside of the guards station and leaned a hand on the graffiti covered wall. The guards room was pitch black and, flimsy, soft spiders webs hung on the inside and outside of the dusty windows. Her eyes spotted a figure laying on the dirty station floor just to the left of some old rusty chairs. She jogged over and crouched next to the body, her fingers found the woman's neck but felt no pulse. She looked up, hoping to hear the police but no luck, sighing she shook her head. Nikki never heard the guards door open behind her a she swept her torch light over the area in front of her. Neither did she hear the soft footsteps or the slight rustle of a coat, what she did hear was the laboured breathing and she stood up slowly. Nikki turned swiftly and tried to hit the figure, but her arms were held back. She gasped in pain and went to pull away but felt a sharp twinge just above her waist. She staggered back with the force of it and fell over the first body, falling to the floor she screamed as fresh pain shot through her body. Her shirt was already soaked with her blood and she placed her hand lightly on her stomach, this too, was quickly soaked in the red liquid, she fell back to the floor gasping. Blood welled up in her mouth and she coughed, it sprayed out and down her chin, some of her soft blonde hair that was plastered to her pale sweaty face turned red. Footsteps were heard, then gunshots, a loud thump next to her. Then she stopped breathing.