Kinsey was trying to dodge the insane people walking down the streets. Her Black sweat shirt jacket hood was up and she had to get the hell out of there. She had been looking for a way out for the last 6 months, but there seemed to be no way out. She hadn't talked to anyone just to be on the safe side. She had been terrified and anxious to find a way out.<br/><br/>As she walked down the street she saw a group of people...Insane addicts walking towards her. She tried to ignore the, but when she knew surely they were going to try to talk to her she turned around and ran. She ran for her life...but fail. As she was running she slipped on her shoe string.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just my fucking luck.</span>She thought to her self angry.<br/><br/>She skidded across the street her knuckles and knees bloody and crammed with dirt deep in the cuts. She cried out in pain her hood had fallen off and she didn't know what to do all she thought was not to talk to anyone.<br/><br/>She laid there on the ground hoping they'd just leave her alone. When a guy walked up to her and said.<br/><br/>"What's your name little missy." He laughed.<br/><span style="font-style: italic"><br/>Oh shit. Please someone help. </span>She thought.