A late night at work meant an even later walk home. While she didn't live far, Katrina wasn't very fond of traversing the city at that hour. She hardly trusted anyone once the sun went down, and given recent events there was no reason to let that paranoia subside. She held tight to the strap of her purse, thinking of the pepper-spray somewhere inside that she hopefully would never have to use. She was aware of her own footsteps echoing off the concrete as she walked, but another set echoed as well. Not even that, but there seemed to be multiple footsteps all out of sync with each other.
Katrina didn't stop, but she did glance over her shoulder to see two men not far behind. Looking ahead again, she swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried not to put much thought into it. Maybe they were on their way to the bar or something. Maybe they were leaving one. Not everyone was a threat right? Still, she walked a little faster only to be met with the increased steps behind her. It got her heart beating a bit faster, her worries increased. Pepperspray was a great resource, sure, but she doubted it worked well against two grown men who were twice her size.
Her apartment building was in sight. The outline of it so close she almost thought about running. Thinking it would make it worse, she tried to just keep a good pace and hope for the best.
Katrina flinched. The gruff voice of one of the men reached her ears with the utmost disgust. She didn't bother stopping.
She glanced over her shoulder to find he had forgotten the casual pace they were all keeping. Instead he was taking larger strides in her direction, and before she could get a step away he had grabbed her by the arm; the other man approaching beside him with a sickly grin spread across his expression.
While Katrina tried to sound confident and tug her arm away, she was a rag doll in his much larger hands. The other man grabbed her bag while she tugged it back toward herself, but the end result was being dragged to the concrete with it. Feeling more vulnerable than ever, Katrina went to get to her feet only for the first to grab her up by a fist full of hair. The painful grasp had her clawing at his hand, the seriousness of the situation settling in.
Both men laughed. They sounded more like predators that knew they had their prey. Who was out this late even? Her only weapon was laid to waste at the bottom of her purse, and she hardly knew a single thing about fighting. Shoved against the hard exterior of the nearest building, she could still make out her apartment building just out of reach.
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