Lily saw a light in the near distance and steered towards it. Most of the street lights illuminating the park at night seemed to be broken in this area, so she felt greatfull for what little light there was. Soon she came up on the light source, quickly realizing it came from a fire in an old oil barrel, the kind bums used to make to keep warm on a cold night. She could see shapes around the barrel, perhaps she could get some help.<br/>Lily stopped cold in her tracks as she were almost at the fire. The people around it looked...wrong. She turned to run in an another direction, but shapes appeared from the dark, boxing her in. She had nowhere to run...<br/>The strange people who circled around her all looked large and brutish. They were all heavily pierced and tattooed, her father would've called them the dregs of society. They were all dressed like either bikers, punkers or rockers, often a mix of all three. Lots of leather, chains, studs and metal spikes. They all had dyed there hair in an angry red color.<br/>One of them, a broad shouldered brute of a man, stepped forward, Lily guessed he must be their leader. He had a black leather jacket with the british flag on one sleeve, and he had a white t-shirt on underneath, with the text Sex Pistols, whatever the hell a sex pistol was. He was heavily pierced, he even seemed to lack a nose. In it's place he seemed to have a metal plate nailed to his face, the nails hammered directly into his skull...<br/>"Whot you runnin' for, little birdie? Me and the boyz just want to get to know you a bit better. Alot better..."<br/>He started chuckling, the chuckle soon transforming into a gutural laugh, the rest of the gang soon joining in.