You had gotten into some deep shit.

Some damn Deep Deep Shit.

You had associated yourself with the wrong crowd, to say the least. And had ended up on someone's bad side.

As your unconscious thoughts faded away, and you looked up from your daze, you could see you were within an old abandoned warehouse. A single flickering fluorescent light lit up the space around you, and looking down, you found your legs and hands completely bound to a chair that looked equally decrepit as the room.

The room was empty for now, but From a door on your right side, you could hear several voices, and you didn't like what they were talking about.

You were trapped, bound, and probably in the middle of nowhere.

You were about to regret everything, weren't you?..

*Snapping out of your thoughts once again, you noted that the voices weren't speaking anymore, for a moment there was pure silence.k

Then, all hell broke loose, and screams came from the room, accompanied by the sounds of slashes and thwacks.

The sounds of struggle and violence quickly ceased, only a raspy shallow breathing remaining..

It was at this moment that the chair you were bound to snapped, and you fell on the cold concrete floor.

You got up instantly, your instincts screaming at you to run. Yet a different sensation told you to see what had happened, to see who had been your savior.

Slowly approaching the rusted bar, you noticed slightly ajar

You shouldn't look.

You knew you shouldn't, every part of you screamed not to look in there.

But you did

There was a woman

Short flowing Raven Hair, Piercing Cobalt Blue eyes

A pale yet exquisite face with a haunting beauty

A slim and elegant figure, her chest slowly rising and falling as shallow breathes exited her slim lips

An unzipped red jacket stained with crimson, a white undershirt, leather hand gloves, and saggy light khaki cargo pants.

And a bloodied machete in hand.

Surrounded by corpses

And she was staring at you.