I found myself walking down a dark alley; it stank of urine and vomit. It wasn't a good neighborhood. It was as if this moment in time reflected the one I just left seconds before. It was obvious I was in the city. I kept my eyes forward as I walked passed two men sitting on a fire escape. For the first time I wasn't worried about how I was going to get back. For the first time in my life I had nothing to lose. I heard their muffled voices in the distance, right before I heard the sound of shuffling feet behind me. I sudden dread came over me, and I broke out in a run. The next instance, as if I had some need to prove every female horror stereo type is true, I tripped. My ankle made a terrible crack, as my foot twisted out from under me. The two figures were approaching me at a rapid pace. Pain and fear ran crippling through me. I did the only thing I could think of doing; I screamed for help at the top of my lungs.
My cry was answered by a sharp blow to my head from one of the men. My vision blurred. I screamed again. Another figure rushed in the scene. My vision was fading; I could see bits and pieces of a fight going on in front of me. Suddenly, bright blue eyes were staring me down.
"Are you okay?" A deep, but soft spoken voice became audible.
Then there was darkness.