(I know it's been a very long time since I've updated or added anything new. I've just been busy, and haven't felt like writing. This is a preview of a new fic I'm working on, but I may or may not finish it. Depends on whatchu guys think.)
Rebecca gritted her teeth slightly, backing up and feeling the cold wall behind her. She had no gun. Correction: she had a gun... but lost it in the frantic rush to the mansion. All she had left were two clips, a med kit, and a can of bugspray She mentally cursed herself for losing her gun. Now, she was cornered by a dead dog, and had no weapon to defend herself.
Becca closed her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and waiting for her inevitable death. She didn't want to end up like her fallen comrades, but it was seeming more and more like she was going to join them. She heard the dog snarl and leap off the ground at her, then a gunshot, a yelp, and a thud. She opened one eye to see the dog laying dead at her feet. She looked around and saw Billy Coen standing there, lowering his gun and looking at her.
"Are you alright, Rebecca?" Billy walked up to her quickly. He was genuinely concerned about her. He, himself, had a few scratches on him, but nothing that seemed to be too bad.
"Billy!" Becca hugged him tightly. She hadn't been happier to see a convicted mruderer... but he didn't do all those horrible things he was convicted of. She knew it. She just wished she could clear his name.
Billy blinked a few times, looking down at the eighteen year old, rather surprised by the hug.