Pepper was sprawled in the middle of the now empty street, her only life line, her phone, mere inches from her bloody hand.
She'd been out of a late night walk, a few blocks from home, when the peace had been shattered by a horrific bang- a drunk driver hitting her dead on and then fleeing the scene.
Pepper was very badly injured, wounds on her head and arms, a broken leg lay at an unnatural angle. The worst was the wet rattling sound when she tried to breathe, on of her broken ribs having punctured her lung.
Barely conscious, she tried to speak, to call out for help. The only result being blood spattering her lips as she coughed it up. Pepper was drowning in her own body's life force. She tried again, but the effort was too much and the merciful blackness of unconsciousness swallowed her up.