Yasmine's eyes opened to her dangerous surroundings. Strings of wire laid ever so happily across her. They looked as if one strong movement would kill her from shock. And the clear water coming down on top of the soil definitely didn't help either. Yasmine could hear the sound of small sparks circulating from the floor above. How long was she out? How did the floor even give anyways? These were the questions running through her head as she slowly began to bring herself to her feet. Although she was trying her best to be calm, the slight vibrations in her fingers showed otherwise. When she eventually made her up, she prayed that there was no one else down here with her. She hoped she was alone.
"God dammit," The slightly injured woman's voice seethed as a huge wave of pain shocked its way through her thighs. The pain felt suffocating. The huge wave of emotion made Yasmine want to yell, yet keep quiet at the same time. "There has to be a way out somewhere." The anger in her body felt deliciously bitter. Delicious due to the fact that someone, somewhere in this building had set something up for her. As she looked toward the boarding, she had realized that every layer of flat wood had been sawed off where she once stood. Bitter because now she knew. She knew that there was someone waiting for her. Someone who was a leader. Someone who wanted her dead.
As she swayed ever so stiffly, she looked around for the gun had brung in long ago… but there was nothing there. No matter where she looked, she could find the protective steel anywhere. Not by her side, not in the mud, anywhere. The woman frowned as she realized her delicious bitter situation had turned completely sour. They had a gun now. Before starting to move on, she cursed to herself. How could she have lost it? Instead of letting her panic show, she reached into her pocket for her phone. Several missed calls. Some from… hospitals.
Yasmine saw these calls as an opportunity. She could call them. She could get help. Thinking it was her way for help, she quickly pressed the number to get to the operator. As the number ringed, Yasmine could feel a soft sweep slightly make their way across her neck.
"Hello, Mayfield county hosp-"
"Hello, I need help. I, I think someone's gonna hurt me." The sound of movement caused her to jump in that direction. "I'm at 2435 Long Street. Please send an ambulance. I don't think I'm gonna ma-"
BANG