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Ana pauses her painting for a moment, feeling eyes on her figure. She looks up, her singing resorting to humming once more as she looks around before finding the gaze of one of the other deplorable folk she was working with. 

Her eyes trail him for a moment before she nods a greeting, forcing her head back to the task at hand. It’s almost calming, painting, humming, although her mind drifts back to when she worked in the shop. She felt guilty, leaving someone who trusted her, who needed her help. Would Ana even have that place when she left this hellhole? 

The young woman sighs, resting her head on the wall were paint was lacking, although some of it still got on the side of her hair. Then, she heard a crash. Ana gasps, her eyes wide as they snap to where the sound came from. Hail. Hail? What the fuck…

She drops her brush, looking up. That…was a lot of ice. Wait, wasn’t hail dangerous? The answer to her silent question was answered rather quickly, an icy ball hitting her shoulder. 

[color=00746b]“Fuck!”[/color] She shouts, along with now what she noticed as others yelling and shouting to, simply put, get the hell out of here.
Ana goes to run, but she has dodged bullets, she never dodged ice from the heavens that seemed like a cruel punishment for all the wrong she has done. 

In an instant, when she was just near a place to hide, the brick like ice smashes into the side of her head, sending her thoughts to dreams as her body hits the pavement harshly