Disclaimer: Much to my disappointment I don't own Trinity or any Matrix characters. Hope you like the story! My first fan fiction ever, I would love reviews!
"Get up Trinity." Her head was telling her this over and over and she found her mouth speaking it aloud. There she was, on her back at the bottom of a flight of stairs in some random vacant building, both guns pointed at a broken window at the top of the steps.
A lamp, which was also at the top of the stairs, was swinging, setting the mood of anxiety even more. She knew what she had to do; the agent could come hurling after her through the broken glass at any moment. "Get up." With her last ounce of strength she quickly drew herself up off the floor and began to run, willing her mind not to think about how much her muscles ached.
Faster, faster- she thought. She had thrown herself out of the building she had been in and hadn't stopped running for several blocks. If she stopped she knew she wouldn't be able to go on. She had heard what Morpheus had told her, at the corner of Wells and Lake. That's where her exit was. She vaguely knew in which direction Wells was. She ran blindly, racking her memory for precise directions. She hurled herself around the corner and found herself on Wells St. She hesitated. Looking down to the next corner she could see the pay phone booth, the phone in it already ringing. Then suddenly---
"SCREEECH!" Her head turned quickly in the direction of the noise. A huge garbage truck had sped down Wells in the direction of the pay phone and then had turned almost completely around to exactly face the booth. It took her a split second to make her decision but by then the truck had revved its engines and had started charging the payphone.
She ran, she ran for her life. Swinging open the door and grabbing the phone with much urgency and placing it to her ear, she turned to face the truck. It's headlights shown on her terrified face. As a last attempt she put one hand on the clear plastic of the booth door, willing the truck to stop, or at least slow down.
The truck rammed the booth completely into the brick wall of the building behind it. The truck backed up, leaving shards of metal and glass among the steel frame on the ground-the only remnants of the pay phone booth.