The part of town Natasha lived in was hardly considered the best of places in the city. Fresh out of University and living off of money from a placement job the University had provided didn't exactly give a woman of her age the widest of choices when it came to apartments in her price bracket. Drugs weren't far, muggings and the occasional distant gunshots weren't uncommon either. Luckily Natasha always stuck to the best lit and busiest streets when she did walk from place to place, it provided protection even if she liked to think she could handle herself. Perhaps she thought that the choice of only a tank top was left her a little underdressed as she felt a chill, probably just a breeze blowing in from somewhere. Nevertheless she was halfway to the store by now and kept going, a light shiver to her uncovered arms as she stuck her already gloved hands into the deep pockets of her cargo pants.<br/><br/>She definitely blamed the wind as she could have sworn she heard something, almost an audible word...but she knew that was something for horror movies. The ghost of some abused child haunts a house, calling out to the bimbos and college undergrads who didn't know better than to walk through the spooky house with the lights flickering, never questioning why they could hear their own name being called until someone like Pyramid head leapt out and skinned you alive. So yea, she ignored the wind, shut up wind. She rounded a corner onto an empty, though well lit street and continued on. Now the footsteps were troublesome. She quickly turned on hearing them, expecting it to be some tatted up 'dude' from the 'ghetto' brandishing a knife and asking for her money. The first time she was relieved that no one was there, the second and third time she was beginning to grow anxious. Each time she turned around and even with no alley or bins to hide behind she was so, so certain she could hear someone follow her.<br/><br/>After the third time she didn't bother to look behind her, just speeding her walk up. The mental decision was made, if the footsteps didn't stop soon then she was making a bolt up the nearest building, she knew the alley coming up in fifty metres had a fire escape much like the one at her apartment, she could climb one of those in seconds.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>