Nadia steps inside of a fast food restaurant, hands in her pockets as she held a cigarette in between her lips. She stepped towards the cashier desk, speaking with that husky voice of hers. Nadia’s head quickly turned to the sound of a gun reloading, then a gun shot. “Jesus fuck that’s dark..” She mutters as she slides under a table, staying hidden.

“Can I atleast get some fuckin’ food?” She says to herself, unlit cigarette still in her mouth. She stays crouching under a table.