Polly struts down the cobblestone street, wearing a determined look and a neat black dress. In her purse is a pistol, but hopefully, she won’t have to use it again.

Factory smoke covers the Birmingham sky in pollution. Unfortunately, her luck changes when she comes across a person who is clearly in an altercation with a man.

Rolling her eyes, Polly scoffs and draws her weapons. “Get back!” She commands the assailant. When he scurries away, she moves.

“Are you alright?”