<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea had chased Ralph as far as she could, but couldn't shoot at him in fear of creating stray bullets. She had picked up a rock or two and hurled it at his head, one of which had slowed him down to where she could tackle him again. He had kicked her off him and she managed to cut him on his side fairly deep. She was sure it wasn't fatal, but at least he was bleeding heavily enough to leave a trail. He headed away from the car and Lea, and soon the blood loss for Lea was too much for her to overcome.<br/><br/>Ralph slipped from her sight just as her vision was becoming blurry. She stumbled some, then fell to her knees, crawling over to a tomb stone to lean against. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, all she knew was her vision was swimming. She heard Carlos' voice and she managed to focus long enough to make his face out in front of her.<span style="font-style: italic">"Lea, are you ok? What happened?"</span>he asked. She shivered some from the cold and the blood loss, but managed to relay the events to Carlos.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"...Either way, he's bleeding pretty heavily and probably left a trail...I'm just gonna sit here for a while and close my eyes, okay?" </span>Lea said as she began to press on her wound to help staunch the bleeding. She gave a grimace, but otherwise stayed calm. She closed her eyes and took in deep, shuddering breaths, releasing them just as slowly.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Is Renea still in the car? How is Maria?"</span>Lea asked as she leaned her head back some, gritting her teeth. Now that the adrenaline was fading, she was beginning to realize being shot still fucking hurt a lot. She stood on shaky legs, seemingly forgetting her desire to stay put and close her eyes for a minute.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Point me to Maria, I'll go to her. It'll be easier for the paramedics to find us and maybe it will provide some sort of protection for Maria. Ralph went that way, pretty opposite of what you showed me on the map,"</span>Lea reasoned, holding herself up on the tombstone as she held her wounded shoulder with a firm grip.<span style="color: #FF80FF"> "Make sure to have your gun ready. He definitely knows how to use his--he only got me in the shoulder because he was too angry to focus. He's really riled up, Carlos," </span>Lea warned with heavy breaths. She was tired as hell, but they needed to hurry before Ralph got away.<br/><br/>Man, was this some shit that they would have to explain.