Chapter 1

Run. Hide. Find a weapon. Anything at all to arm yourself with. Keep running. He's catching up. There! A broken leg of a chair! I can use this against him! I reach for it only to see a little knife tear its way into my forearm. I can't even scream out in pain I'm so shocked. I look over to my right and I see him. He'll get me I have to keep running. Too late. He's bigger and faster than me. I feel a big, rough hand grab my shoulder. He has me. I turn around to see his disgusting, evil smile.

I bolt upright. I'm sweating all over. I'm panting. I sigh to myself as I shiver from my nightmare. "Not again," I say to myself as I crawl out of bed to go wash myself up. I walk into my bathroom not even bothering to look at the time. I turn on the shower so it's almost so hot it'd burn me. I walk to the mirror and see hair matted to my face from all the sweat. I give myself a look of disapproval. I have to wash myself off I feel gross. Feeling the water to make sure the temperature is just right, I take off my clothes and step in. I take a quick shower and dry myself off then go to check the time.

Walking out of the bathroom to check the clock, I open the blind to one of my windows in my apartment to see it's bright and it's probably late into the morning. "Jeez I'm late." I grab my clothes and get dressed quickly. My daily outfit usually consists of black skinny jeans with a gun holster on my right thigh. As for the top, it's usually a dark colored tank top when it's warm. During colder days I wear a dark colored long sleeve turtleneck. Although, it's fall right now so I just open my window to see if I should wear warmer or cooler clothes. I decide that's it's warm enough to wear a tank top so that's what I put on. After doing that I slip my feet into my mid-calf combat boots. I had them custom made so they look somewhat fashionable but still do the job of normal combat boots. After tying them I stand and tie my hair into a half ponytail. Then, I grab my jacket and put it on. Before walking out the door I grab my badge and slip it on the left breast pocket of my jacket and put my handgun in my gun holster.

I start to work on my way to work and I'm halfway there when I realize I forgot my cell phone. Oh well. I can live a day without I guess. I don't carry around a purse because it would only get in the way of my work. So instead, I just keep my wallet in one of the inside pockets of my jacket. I don't normally take it out when I get home so I rarely forget it. Although, I don't have a car because I live close to work so I walk. I'd just be wasting money if I bought a car. I do have a license though, I need that for work. There's also my police ID, but there's an extra one of those at the station. Since I need my license though, if I ever forget my wallet I have to go back and get it so I just keep it in my everyday jacket.

I see the police station as I turn the corner. In big, golden letters above the front doors read the words 'Magnolia Police'. I smile as I reach for the handle of the door. When I open the door all I hear and see is chaos. There are people running that I've never seen here before. I wonder who they are as I make my way to my desk with an annoyed look on my face. I hope they're not new employees. I figure even if they are they'll be fired soon anyway because of their reckless behavior.