I always thought it would be easy to kill someone if I needed to. It's surprising how wrong I was. Now say what you want, but I am not a psychopath. I kill who I must and only who I must. Don't think that I had a bad childhood or something. I was tricked into robbing a bank with my boyfriend. Of course, he bolted out the door, and I ended up getting blamed for it. Like anybody else, I'd rather not go to jail, so I decided to escape. Now, I'm running for my life with the cops on my tail. And that's okay, it's a good life. I get to run, meet lots of people, it's exciting. My old life was boring, I realized. Every day I had the same routine. Now, I don't know what's going to happen or who I'm going to meet or who I'm going to lose. I love not knowing. I mean, where's the fun in knowing?