Prologue
She trembles with unfathomable fear, she can't move and can only fixate on the gruesome sight. He screams in pain as a piercing knife impales his back. She closes her eyes to avoid the unbearable sight of tearing flesh and spewing blood. The attacker removes the knife which is now smothered with enough blood to render the blade practically red, and his dead body falls to the ground. She screeches faintly, "I'm sorry Thomas," then diverts her head from the scene and bolts away as fast as her skimpy legs can take her, while clumsily wiping her waterfall of tears. Panicking, she trips on her shoelaces and lands face first into the thick damp dirt beneath her. She is too weak to get up, her petite frame tingles, the air sends shivers down her spine, and her tears soak the mud beneath her. Her eyes are completely bloodshot, when footsteps approach from behind, she knows death is imminent.