Rosie walked some on top of a balcony reading the address again and again to herself as she walked. Being clumsy as she was walking the edge like that probably wasn't such a great idea. Down below her was utter darkness the slums she knew she gulped and then thought about her gun, it and the locket she wore around her neck that her late mother had given her would protect her, she told herself. She climbed higher and higher jumping from building to building until she slipped on one and lost her footing.

As she gripped onto the building with only a hand she screamed looking down below at the dark bottomless pit of a city or that's what it seemed like. And she couldn't hold on much longer, her hands slipped and she fell down into the darkness of the city cussing, screaming and crying the whole way. So this is what it's like to die, she thought as she fell, and she was hoping her death would be more than a stupid misjudged jump.

Rosemary groaned. Something had broke her fall, but she was still sore all over. It was dark really dark and Rosemary couldn't see the sky. She looked up throws the high buildings wondering how she would get back up there. She knew she wouldn't make it to work on time today. What a dump she sighed propping up a shoulder and looking at her new surroundings. She felt grateful she didn't grow up there. Suddenly she heard muffled shouts coming from the other end of the alley. She struggled to sit up, she recognized the sound as cries for help. With a limp she crawled throws the cries taking the revolver from her back pocket. With much effort she aimed it throws a large man. She took a deep breath and shot reapeatedly at the figure until it fell. Hands and body trembling Rosemary called out, " you alright?"