<span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Rose realized she had backed herself into a hold when she rounded a corner and the wall towered above her, barbed wire slinky-ing across the top and making her heart plummet into her stomach. Dried tears coated her face as the fear started to rise up again. But she wasn't going to give up until she was dead. That's what George would have wanted.<br/>
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With that thought driven into her mind  she quickly looked around before noting the dumpster. She quickly climbed on top of it, hearing the footsteps that had been behind her grow louder... and louder... and louder. Next, she hoisted herself onto the building's fire escape, running up each set of stairs as fast as she could manage. Finally reaching the top just as the guards emerged below her and began to follow her up the dumpster.<br/>
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Thinking quickly, the woman removed her apron and quickly laid it across the barbed wire, starting to climb up on the weighed down material when pain rang out throughout her thigh. An agonized scream echoed from her throat, thinking she hit the barbed wire and just pushing herself forward, determined to get out of the situation. The woman toppled over the wall with a shriek, grabbing her apron which shredded, hung for a minute and then dropped her, one last agonized cry passing her lips when she hit the ground and the bullet wound in her thigh was jabbed with the crushing force of the ground before blacking out.</span></span>