Catherine was walking down the streets of Brownlow it was mid-day and the breeze was cool the atmosphere just what she wanted there were broken bottles and cigrattes on the floor and pictures of missing people on the wall. The street has been deserted only an old man who lived in a cottage.

She had to follow this route to go home since the other route has been closed down by the government because it had to be repaired and there were cases of accident reported, she had to hurry, she was quickening her pace lost in her own thoughts her apartment was at the next street, her street Greenhill was very populated, it was always filled with people. Immediately she heard the sound of a car behind her she ran to the other side of the road and hid behind a tree not certain whether the driver had seen her or not it was getting late , she gazed till the car was out of sight she waited for a while, she was about to emerge from her hiding place when she saw a group of boys, they all were armed and with clubs they laughed in a hysterical manner, she wouldn't want to be spotted by any of them for she was very pretty.

She waited patiently, then a group of motorcycles passed and they each wore a leather jacket and a bold name was written on it but since they moved too fast she couldn't see it.

She watched the motorcyclists as they surrounded the boys then she heard sound of gunshots, she knew that if she stayed for awhile something bad might happen to her.

Immediately, she crept out of her hiding place and dashed into the bushes she ran and kept looking back but hit her leg against a stone and fell it was sprained she heard some noises coming from the bushes she tried to stand but it made it worse then she fell back to the ground she had already started to imagine what would happen to her then a figure appeared.