Marnie backed away from where the noise was coming from, her knife in her good hand while the other was hidden in her back pocket. Step by tiny step, she manoeuvred away. Her breath was trapped in her throat, fear making her as wild as the wolves that roamed. And then there was a noise from the other direction, making her jump and fall awkwardly, her half-hand almost useless in stopping her loud crash to the ground. She had yelped as well, a habit left over from when pain was an inconvenience and not a threat to her life.

Perhaps, just a perhaps and nothing any more hopeful, it was an animal. Something that wouldn't kill her on sight without a second thought. And deep inside, she prayed it wasn't the Children of God. There was no God behind their actions, only hatred and violence. She wouldn't stand a chance. There was a few seconds she didn't breathe, curled on the ground in a heap. 

She swore under her breath, but sat there and listened. To hear if there was anything that had heard her fall and more importantly, if they were coming to investigate. This was a problem. The knife was no threat to anyone with a bigger weapon, but it served its purpose to kill animals. She pulled it out from where it was stuck in the ground and sat up, gripping it tightly as she checked around her. The ammunition in her bag was no use without a gun and that had been taken from her long ago. She shouldn't have stayed in New York. It would only kill her in the end.