<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img195/645/017qrul.jpg)</div>Could have been a while since company showed up. No one was supposed to show up and that was the problem. It could have been 4am for all she knew when the door to her motel room busted off its hinges. The crack and splintering of the wooden frame rang violently in her ears and she responded quickly. Nash flipped over the mattress and bed on its side- it made for a horrible shield but it was far better than nothing. A spray of gunfire spliced through the air, bits and pieces of the mattress dusted the small room. Her heart was racing rapidly in her chest, god she felt as though it would rip through her ribcage! From somewhere beyond the thin wall that looked more like Swiss cheese, she could see shadows of figures and hear the clicking of their guns being reloaded. From where she was Nash darted out for her bag near the door and rushed back to the shittiest man-made cover she could accomplish. The second spray of lead ripped apart the room.<br/><br/><em>Ringing</em>. That was all she could hear. Even the shattering of the TV and shit falling from the wall was just a dull noise behind all the ringing. It felt like an eternity had passed in a matter of seconds. Silence settled about the petite room and Nash tried to regain her sense of control, “aw…” the sound slips from her mouth. Her shirt is damp and sticking to her flesh. She doesn’t want to look to see why, but her body feels numb- adrenalin right? One… Two- fuck three. Nash already sprung from her location with her bag hanging off of one shoulder. From the bathroom she kicked out the window and was small enough to shove her bag through and then slip out too.<em>Run. Like. Hell.</em><br/>