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“Hey, miss,” The sound of a man's
voice has her clutching her chest as she
barrels forward. "Hey, stop right there,"
he yells. She looks back, and the light
from his flashlight momentarily blinds
her.
They’re coming for you. Run, run,
run.
She ducks under the boom gate and
makes a run for it. There's a field she
could cut across. Her height and small
