That's a game?

"Vanessa rolled onto her back and sat there waiting for the pain to disappear and what a surprise, it didn't wear off a single bit even after waiting half an hour. The attacker groaned in pain, laying flat on his face. The brunette wondered if the guy from earlier was still leaning against the brick wall of the dead end alley so she sat up cringing from the pain . . .the bastard was long gone along with her book bag and bike. Perfect, how was she gonna get back home in a timely fashion, her daily schedule had been ruined by the guy who saved her life. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" She said staggering to her feet and walking to the street ahead. That. . . . ."