<div class="floatleft">(http://korpoarto.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/b2/Brittanya%20O%20Campo%20Makeup%2003.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Megan Ramirez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=216507.msg10638706#msg10638706)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Westcoast Ink<br/><strong>Time and Date</strong>: 10:13am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open/Anyone<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sunglasses (http://www.187avenue.com/brittanya/Brittanya187_Store/Acc/IMG_8502.jpg)/Daisy Duke shorts and black shirt that is cut off from the stomach down (http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/ac/71/b1/ac71b184e043992e436ec72b3dd04d5d.jpg)<br/><strong>Music</strong>: Do Listen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Aj9_8t1eQc)<br/><hr/><em>Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!</em>Megan thought, clutching the base ball bat and backing away slowly form Johnny and the woman who she just 'killed'. This had to be a nightmare. A bad fucking nightmare. Any minute now she was going to wake up naked in bed with melody. She had to!<br/><br/>When Johnny lunged at her, Megan swung her bat in his face. "Fuck Johnny! I'm so sorry! Please don't make me do this!" she said, choking back tears. Crying was something Megan was not use to doing.<br/><br/>Her heart raced as she swung again, this time at the woman. With each swing she took, she was stepping back, trying to keep the two of them at bat length away. She was running out of room to back up. Megan's breath was ragged and quick, she had no idea what to do. Just this morning she was living a normal day and now she was fighting for her young life.<br/><br/>She looked around for a way to escape, praying to a God she didn't believe in to be saved. She sucked in a sharp breath of air, swinging her bat at Johnny again as he got too close. "I'm warning you Johnny, get the fuck back!" she yelled, her voice quivering.