@homicidalcraze She had to get out. And she didn’t have much time. She didn’t have a suitcase or bag, and she didn’t have much to take anyway. She takes her fathers guitar out of its case and puts her things into the case. And straps it on her back. Then she steps out the door for the first time in… She didn’t even know how long. And she ran like hell. Blood pumping, lungs burning. She stops and pants, taking a minute to regain herself. Then continues on in a hastened walk. She finally sees a bar amongst a bunch of shops, with motorcycles in a row all along the front. She walks in and keeps her head low. She sees men in motorcycle jackets. Some playing pool and some just sitting, drinking. She has no idea if it’s a safe gamble but she walks up to a very handsome man in leather. “This is going to sound crazy.” She begins. “My name is Hunter. I don’t have a car or anything and I’m trying to get somewhere safe. I have money, I can pay you. I just…” She looks around. “I have to get out of here.” She puts her palm on the table. A hundred dollar bill under it. And slides it toward him. There wasn’t much time.
