Murder on the not so Innocent

Prologue

Murder is like a game, the game of life. Some people are like wild animals, they live for the hunt. As the dark night looms, the games begin.
Her screams silenced with the pull of a trigger. The quite gunshots are all she hears, the last thing she hears. Slumped against the ally's brick wall, dead to the world. She didn't know why she had to die all she knew is that someone thought she had lived long enough.