It had not been a good day. Not at all.<br/><br/>Dawn pulled herself along the walls of the alleyway, fingers clinging to any ridge in the brickwork they could find. Anything to keep her upright and moving. Vision was blurry now as she peered over her shoulder to check for any of the men that had slashed her before. No one, for now. The scent of blood burned her nostrils, making them flare.<br/><br/>The girl was unsure of where she was at this point, she'd been running for a while. The alleyways seemed like the best idea at the time, easy to lose the men she was fleeing from. Now she was lost and injured.<br/><br/>She stumbled over onto her knees, hand clutching at the deep cut that ran along her collarbone and shoulder. The blood was dark crimson, staining her white vest top and the tips of her long blonde hair. She must have hit her head at some point too because her forehead was stinging. Why had they attacked her anyway? How did they know what she was? She had been in human form for a couple of days and had nothing to do with the recent killings that had been taking place.<br/><br/>Now was not the time to ponder on such things anyway. She had to make it to some kind of public area if she was to have any chance of surviving. She began to crawl, hoping the trashcans and boxes that filled the alleyway would keep her out of sight as she traveled.