She was running. The wind was whipping her hair into a flurry, she didn’t stop. Her chest raising and falling, spinning her head round, desperately looking behind her. All of the people blurred around her. The fear contorting her face and as she skids around a corner she finally begins to slow down, hoping to blend into the crowd. Her feet still pound the pavement, she knows she’s going to fast to really blend in, but she has to be ready to go at a split second.
She broke the rule. She broke the rules that were supposed to keep her alive. She looks down at the package hiding in her coat, and allows herself the smile. A sense of calm comes over her. The calm of making the right decision, but then the package begins to cry and she’s panicking. The calm is shattered and the repercussions are clear.