Airi pants as she leans back against the headstone thanking Mr. Andrews for having such huge headstone. Closing her eyes and listening to her heartbeat willing herself to calm down otherwise nothing going to happen but more mistakes. This morning she had woke up happy, having decided today the day she going to start anew, she had broke up with her boyfriend who never hit her but always seemed to make her feel less then special; she had packed up all her stuff, put them in storage, and dusted off her '79 Harley Davidson, her grandfather had given to her on her 18th birthday. She had packed a backpack full of water, snacks, change of clothes, and a map with a route outlined to all the national parks where she can take all the pictures she wants. She wants to open up her own little shop with framed photos, take pictures for any occasion, and maybe even try to get a book published. 

Her morning had been great, no texts from her ex boyfriend, got a awesome cup of coffee at the local cafe, and even got a free bagel for buying her 50th cup there. Mid morning everything had went down hill, a massive black truck(kind for muddy with wheels taller then her) had blasted through the main street running over anyone outside, after the truck stalled out after being slammed into a building the man had got out with a sniper rifle. She watched everyone scream and run for cover, bodies leaping into the air as the bullet hit them in the back, people in the stores ducked for cover but you could hear screams as he calmly walked into the stores with and axe he had strapped to his back. When he started making his way to the cafe she had ran out the back door with everyone esle, but instead of turning towards the alley with everyone she jumped into the dumpster curling into a ball and covering her ears trying to force the screams out of her head. She stayed in that dumpster rest of the day and into the night, she peeked out once but after hearing laughter down the street she stayed another two days telling herself each day someone will come, someone called the cops, and even almost jumped out when she heard sirens and someone screaming for help, then screaming in horror and she realized the mad man in the cop car. The dumpster was becoming her home but as the heat beat down each day, she felt herself getting dehydrated and made her way out through the dark of the night ending up in the graveyard to weak to keep running but too scared to stop; having seen the town shows no signs of the massacre, she can only think that he cleaned up the street moving everyone into buildings.