rain continues to pour on the city streets, the scent of earth mixed with the iron smell of blood that continued to seep through the leather jacket of a man who was limping down the narrow hallway.

ezra vaughn knew he was being chased.

every step he took felt like hell, the gunshot wound in his side throbbed, reminding him that he didn't have much time. warm blood seeped through the fabric of his shirt.

he had to find a place to hide quickly, before the sirens that were getting closer found him first.

however, just as he was about to turn, his eyes caught a small figure sitting leaning against the wall.

a girl, around 15 years old he guess.. that's you