damn, those police bastards were really brazen, keeping up with her until they fired a bullet into her shoulder, causing Maris to hiss and grab it, hiding behind the wall when they lost sight of her.

"At least I can spend the night here.." She mutters, noticing the barn. One night and the owner of this house will not even notice that she was here. Maris immediately moved there, walking inside and sighing in relief, leaning her back against the stacks of hay, causing her to grumble in pain, remembering her injured and bleeding shoulder. “Whoa, hush..” She shudders and mutters, feeling the cold gun resting on the back of her head and she turns to see you, a young girl, immediately noticing that you are most likely the owner of this area.