She was crafty for sure, but she was broken. You had always managed to be one step ahead of her. You had no idea what the hell her problem was, but she had killed everyone. She was putting everyone you knew at stake. You had to do something. You were sick and tired of watching her dance circles around everyone you knew. She could fool everyone else, but you were so blinded by your own rage you saw straight through her act. You were going to put an end to this girl if it killed you.

To you she was as good as dead as she stayed huddled behind a wall. She was armed - a bow in hand. She seemed on edge as she muttered to herself,

"These fucking wolves...there's gotta be an easier way to do this."