@spin4muses || bonnie & nate
On the ground Bonnie laid as the smell of rotted wood and blood, her blood, filled her nose. Too focused on trying to catch her suspect, she had completely forgotten how bad the floors were in the old abandoned church. One bad step was all it took for her to gain herself a one-way ticket from the second floor down to the first. Granted, if it weren’t for the fact her adrenaline was still rushing there was a high chance she would have felt much more pain then she already did.
“Fuck!” She shouted her accent at its thickest, slowly moving her body to prepare to get herself up. Her back was completely numb while her left shoulder felt as if it were on fire, sign that it was definitely dislocated (again). Bonnie groaned as she finally sat herself up. As she attempted to bend her leg, she had caught sight of a nail in her leg still attached to a piece of board. With her free hand, she cried out in pain as she pulled it out. If she wasn’t angry before, she was definitely seeing red now.
“I’m going to catch that piece of shit and I’m going to kill him. I’m going to kill him.” She repeated to herself as she crawled her way to the nearest chair to pull herself up into. Covered in dirt and dust from head to toe, she took a moment and rested her head against the wall. Her entire body screamed in pain. But despite it doing so, her mind was still on catching her suspected. Hearing movement just outside of the door, the woman quickly removed her gun from her boot and held it pointing in the direction she heard the movement as high as she could.
“I’ve had a really shitty day and evening, take another step and I won’t hesitate making yours even worse.” She threatened the second the individual came through the doors.