She slammed the door behind her, locked the deadbolt, and slid the locking chain into place. Her lungs burned for air, and her heart raced in her chest. She lifted the gun up in her hand for inspection. Her green eyes closed in frustration and she cursed to herself.
"Damn it." She was out of ammo as she suspected. She pulled the baseball bat from the backpack she wore. She shoved the now useless gun into the same backpack she had retrieved the bat from, and pulled out a chocolate bar. Not the best source of nutrition, but it was all she had, and her body needed something. She began to move through the house at a cautious pace, her bat raised to strike at a moments notice. She didn't bother to brush the dark curls from her face as she was worried that the slightest distraction would end her life, and she be added to one of the many. Her ears strained to hear anything besides the pounding, and groans from the street. Her