<div class="floatleft">(http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2630/3947226116_da6e6e0e1a_m.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/><br/>What the hell was going on in this city!? Megan had ran out into what she thought would be safety, and instead she was confronted with total chaos. Her heart raced and she clutched the bat that much more. People screamed and some were lieing in puddles of their own blood. Megan wanted to vomit.<br/><br/>She saw a police officer up ahead, standing on the roof of a car. Megan started to run up to here but screeched to a halt when she realized the woman was firing her gun into people's skulls.<br/><br/>"Oh fuck that..." she muttered and high tailed it away from the crazy police officer.<br/><br/>Total anarchy was happening before her, and Megan felt nearly hopeless. Where would she go? What could she do?! She scrambled with her phone in her left hand, quickly trying to dial Melody. She needed to know her girl was safe.<br/><br/>"Piece of SHIT!" she yelled when she got the busy dial tone. She quickly texted Melody:<br/><br/>-SOS! Shit is crazy at the shop!<br/><br/>Megan stuffed her phone back into her back pocket just in time to avoid a woman who was attempting to gnaw on her arm. The tattooist raised her bat above her head and slammed it down onto the woman's skull. "Get the fuck off me!" she yelled!