Nyx's obstacles of garbage and dumpsters was slowing down the runners a little, but not enough. Glancing ahead, she saw that the trash cans were thinning out. Sooner or later, she'd run out of things to kick in the way, and once out on the street, the horde behind her would only multiply. Shit, shit, shit! She thought as she neared the end of the alley.
Suddenly, a familiar figure shot out of a doorway sending her a signal. Jump? Why jump? She saw it just in time. A trip-wire. Cursing, Nyx flung herself forward over the wire and rolled to a stop, groaning. She'd hit her hip hard on the fall and knew there was going to be a bruise. Rubbing her side, she rolled onto her knees and elbows and pinched her eyes shut. If the trip-wire didn't work, she was fucked. She'd already hesitated too long.
Launching herself forward, she grabbed her gun from where it had skidded from her hand and turned to face the horde. Wait- where were they? It took Nyx a second to realize that the runners were no longer chasing her. They were laying on the ground, using their hands to claw their way towards her. The wire had worked. Breathing a sigh of relief, Nyx hesitated no longer.
She jumped to her feet and used her remaining bullets to kill the final five runners. When it was done, she slipped the gun into her belt and slumped against the wall, breathing hard and rubbing her hip. She couldn't remember the last time she'd ever run so fast and hard in her life. Damn. Thank God that guy had set up the trip-wire.
After catching her breath, Nyx rose with a groan and slid her pack back onto her shoulder, turning back towards the alley. Being careful to step over the wire, she faced the figure that had saved her. "Thanks." She said a little breathlessly. "Sorry I got us into that shit." He was obviously a survivor like her. There was no need for suspicion now, though she couldn't help being a little wary.