Bria's clothes stuck to her sticky body.
She hate being so hot and sticky, she longed for the chill Chicago breeze to flow through her hair again.
Bria winced in pain as something hard hit the back of her head.
Realising the hard thing was a massive beer can.
She quickly turned around to shout at the thrower, but came face, to face with a big burly bloke with a blue cap on and tattoos all up his arms. He looked like he was in his 30's.
"Wanting to say somethin Princess?" He sneered at Bria, baring his teeth.
Bria gulped, knowing she could be in danger.
" uh Nothing. I wasn't going to say anything." She breathing deepened very quickly as she tried not to keep much eye contact with him.
All 4 men laughed hysterically at pathetic mess before them, they began walking towards Bria, like they were the predators and she was the prey.
Backed up against the wall Bria felt the world spin around her, she looked at the advancing party and decided she had to do something pretty quick if she wanted to get out this mess without getting or possible ending up worse....
So without thinking, she kicked the gangs leader... In... The... Privates... Hard
Everyone including Bria looked shocked at what she had done.
The big bulky bloke was squrmimg on the floor with both hands on his croch area, Bria couldn't help but giggle at the sight, earning death glares from the 3 standing men.
The man who Bria assaulted looked up and glared at the woman.
"You better run Sweetheart."
Bria's face suddenly turned pale as she loudly gulped. She looked at the4 band gang as the leader finally recovered from his... Pain, and was now stood on both feet, Bria noticed that all 4 men had very evil smirks on their faces.
Bria felt the sweat pour off the face as she tried to look for an escape root, then next to her, there was a black bin.
Bria being the quick thinker she is, backed more against the wall behind her as much as she could, then she took off running, not before pushing the bin towards the gangs, knocking over the skinny guy with the number 15 on his shirt.
Running down the street as fast as her leg would carry her, Bria didn't dare look back, in fear for her life.
Bria's breathing became suddenly very panicked as her running started to slow down.
Bria could hear the distant sound of the men shouting as she pushed herself to run faster.
She didn't want to stop, nor could she....
The shouting was coming closer and closer as Bria felt herself dramatically slowing down again:
"There she is!"
"She's slowing down!"
"Come on, let's get her!"
"We're coming Princess!"
Tears ran uncontrollably down Bria's face as she saw 4 advancing shadows closing in on her.
Through her blurred vision, Bria ran straight into something.....
And toppled over bring the thing down with her....
Bria cleared her misty eyes and noticed that the thing she knocked herself over with, was actually a Human being!!!!!
