Claire continued to walk deeper and deeper into the dark, foreboding alley, hoping that it would take her around the wreckage strewn about the street behind her. The alleyway was long, and not only that, but it twisted in odd paths and branched off in different directions. Needless to say, it made the young redhead nervous.
"Geeze, this is like something out of those horror movies me and Chris used to watch...." She whimpered. She always found that she felt less afraid when talking to herself, but it wasn't helping too much in this situation, "Don't freak out Claire, you're a strong girl, you can deal with any moron that tries to take you down..."
Despite her confident words, her heart stopped as she heard a loud rattling noise. She quickly looked down the alleyway to her left and saw that a metal backdoor was shaking violently as something from within pounded against it.
Claire wasn't bragging when she said that she kick any attacker's ass. If anybody tried to mug or rape her, they'd more than likely end up on the ground with a few good broken bones, but just in case, she grabbed a nearby pipe off of the ground as she faced the door, a door that was about to come flying open in a matter of seconds and reveal...
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