Two - no, three - gunshots in the distance caught Kelsey Granova's attention. Driven by instinct, she stuffed the canned ravioli she was examining into her backpack, dropped to the ground, and gripped the baseball bat in her hand tightly. She listened intently to her surroundings; all she could see were the scavenged aisles of the small convenience store she was looting. Kelsey was gripped by fear; gunshots were not exactly a welcome sound. After several minutes of silence, Kelsey slowly emerged from between the aisles, tiptoeing to peer over the shelves. [i]Damn being short, I can't see anything,[/i] Kelsey thought, climbing onto a shelf slightly to get a better view. She peered over just in time to see several figures run by the storefront. They were moving too fast to be sure, but Kelsey guessed it was a man and two women, and it looked like a pursuit.

Kelsey reasoned her options out for a moment. She could sneak away quietly, or she could stick around and see how these events played out. Both options had their benefits, but sticking around appealed to Kelsey a little bit more. She tightened the straps of her backpack and made her way out of the convenience store, slowly following behind the three running about the streets without a care in the world.

When the runners stopped, Kelsey hid a good distance away behind an abandoned car in the street, out of sight. Were these guys for real? They were out in the open, the guy was about to cry over a broken mug, and one of the women was preparing to treat his wounds. Out in the open. Kelsey almost groaned out of frustration. From the looks of it, none of them were very old. At the very least, none of them looked older than her.

Kelsey stepped out from behind the car, slowly inching towards the small group that had formed. She began planning her escape if things went poorly; hopefully that didn't have to be the case.