I Should Have Shot You

Yada woke up with the worst headache she had ever known. She could tell she was face down, and from the smells flooding her senses, she was in some heap of trash. Lifting her body in weak arms, she could vaguely see through the darkness, although she could hear men fighting. The noise became louder and louder.

She rolled over to look up to the stars; it was still night or early morning gauged from the skyline's color. She sat up letting the wall hold her weight. Those voices she had heard moments before seemed to become more heated and drew her attention. She glanced to her left only to see the silhouette of a man growing into a large creature. The scream followed by a roar forced Yada to pull back into a small ball. The sound of thick footfalls coming her way alerted her that she was not alone. She shifted her weight only enough to pull back from the alleyway into a shadow. Holding her breath, she closed her eyes. The sound of her heart became louder. The thudding came closer an