Samantha had been on the run for several days and was tired, injured from the run in with the bikers back at the bar where she had stopped in hopes of using the phone. She'd been jumped as she entered and dragged to the back of the bar, her shoulderbag which held everything she owned ripped from her grasp and had recieved a knife to her ribs when she tried to fight back.<br/><br/>She lay gasping for breath in the alley, her jacket soaked with blood and water, her hair hanging around her face, clinging to it. She'd also lost a shoe in the scuffle and wasn't about to even try to go back to find it so she'd kicked off the other one and continued running/stumbling away from the bar.<br/><br/>