She walked right past him swiftly, her leather jacket warming with the heat of his strong fire. It burnt her skin as she walked past. He scraped back his chair and stood up, he watched her walk through his hood like she was meant to be there. He muttered something under his breath and then cursed at her. Connor took a puff of dope and sat down, the chair creaking under his weight. Meanwhile Clover was still wandering through the hood it was now 12.30 in the morning and the rain had not stopped once. She passed a man built like a bull. He stared at her and then winked and showed her his badge, she pointed to where she had just come from as she could tell who he was looking for. Clover kept walking until she heard a gunshot, she turned to find a dead man at her feet and beyond him was her bestfriend Tori. In her hand was a glock.22
Tori told her that he had been following her and was just about to grab onto her jacket. When she shot him in the back his blood sprayed all over the back of Clover's jacket, she peeled it off her soaking skin and chucked it in a nearby fire. Together the walked down the remainder of the street huddled together in the rain. Turning the corner they witnessed a brutal stabbing of a man of about 20 years old. They ran towards a street just outside of the hood, as the man followed them Tori stumbled and fell the glock.22 flew to the other end of the street. The man grabbed her by the neck, he was a scruffy man with shaggy hair and yellow teeth...
He fell backwards as one of the glock's eight inch bullets shot through his skull shattering his head bones. Splattering his blood all over the newly painted walls outside there apartment.
