Lil' Tina's Story

Lil' Tina woke up and looked around her apartment. She was currently staying in an abandoned apartment, which she had cleaned up somewhat. She had a sleeping bag by the door, so that anyone who wanted to steal would have to go through her. Tina could put up one fight. After she stood up and stretched, she put on her tank top, baseball and ripped shorts, hoping she could kill a few people today.

Grabbing her knife from the table near her sleeping bag, she looked at her reflection in the mirror above. Tina Golden was gone. Only Lil' Tina was left. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the old her back. But that was OK. She just needed to try harder to kill the gangs, right? Then she'd have a happy ending... Right?

Tina shook the thoughts out her mind and walked outside.

Tina walked down the forsaken street, knife in her secret pocket in her mini skirt. She would have to find a man who tried to pick her up, so she could go to the motel prostitutes go to, and beat up and/or kill the person if they were part of a gang. She was in a short skirt and camisole, the black mini skirt revealing her tanned legs. and the white cami's right strap slightly down her shoulder as she waited, leaning against the hard brick wall.