Snippet #11503

Allison

She cracked the door open and peeked out, scanning the area for any signs of movement. Nothing yet. She slipped out as quickly as she could, motioning for the others to follow.

"Our best bet is to follow the main road out of town." As she moved along the road, trying to blend in as much as humanely possible, she spotted a crowd of young people loitering outside the door to a bar. The dim light of a neon sign and a nearby streetlight was all that was available to illuminate the area, so Allison skirted herself around in the shadows.

"Hey sweetie," a man called out. He was tall and gruff, and looked like he hadn't shaved in days. He picked himself up from against the wall and crushed out the butt of the cigarette he was smoking, then strolled over toward the three of them. "Well don't you look fancy for this neighborhood?"

Allison refused to turn her gaze at him, and scrunched her nose in disgust. He smelled likehe hadn't bathed in days, either. Or if he had done so, it was in beer. She brushed past him, but then she felt his meaty fist clamp around her arm. He spun her around to him, getting his face right in hers. "I was talking to you, bitch! Nobody ignores me." At that moment, three more guys got up off the wall and approached the group. All of them looked as stocky as the first, though doubtless some of their bulk was just fat. Still, one couldn't be sure just how much...

Her gaze levelled at him, unnervingly calm and composed. She stared at him hard, with a look that seemed like it could bore into his skull. "You'll be leaving us alone, thank you," she said coolly, her eyes never deviating from his.

"Heh, that's what you think," growled one of the other guys, who shot out a hand for Anna's throat.