She shot out of the hotel and wandered.
The wind whipped her hair into her face and she pushed it away forcefully. She stormed ahead in a fit of rage.
Her life sucked, so everything became worse. The rain came down in sheets and the further she walked, the harder it came down.
She had no idea where she was going or how she would get back to her hotel. She knew she had to return to the hotel to collect her car but she wanted to wait until everyone had left the party.
Her heart was beating so fast it was all she could hear. She headed in a random direction, having no clue where she was and not particularly caring, totally unaware of her surroundings.
Her eyes were focused straight ahead and most likely looked homicidal.
How had the night turned so horrible? It made no sense to her. She walked until her feet began to hurt on the slick pavement but that didn't stop her.
