Kelly crept around the side ally of the ominous building, tightening her gloved hands around her revolver as she got to the end of the ally, her nervous breathing quickened as the footsteps got closer.
She wasn’t even sure if she had the right guy.
She’d always owned the revolver, it had been her fathers. But she'd never had to use it,
as she brought it up to her face, there was sudden gunshot breaking through the still night air. The footsteps stopped, and she knew that the person owning the footsteps had been hit and whoever had fired was aiming for her. She shoved the revolver back into her belt and pelted down the cobbled street, the sound of gunshots following her down the road. Lights flicked on as people woke. She flattened herself against another wall and waited, the shooting guy seemed to have stopped for now. She peered around the corner and clapped her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming. Had they seen her? A tall figure in a long black coat was slowly walking towards her hiding place. She peered down the side street, there was a fence but she could get over it. She quickly kicked a rubbish bin over and heard a satisfying thud and knew she had stalled the shooter for a while longer. She swung herself over the fence and continued running, her mind so preoccupied that she wasn’t focusing on the where she was running to at all. Who were they, and why were they trying to kill her?