She just laid there, face down in some turning cold. The slight pang of pain from her chest then reminded her of what happened.
That’s right… she’s dying… dying alone on this roof top in New York.
She would move to sit up, at least stare at the horizon of the city as her last moments slip away… but her brain seemed to be all too fucked up to even tell her body to move.
Oh well… not like you can die great in the movies…
Thoughts traveled to the people she knew… people she had met for a long time…
Such a small life anyways… she knew that she would be rarely missed. Just another unknown body count to the death toll in a possible mugging in the city of New York…
Scratch watched her feeling the knife go through her chest then gave a cold smirk looking down at Dana.
Scratch grabbed her by the throat then slammed her face down into the floor. She laughed lifting her head again before slamming it back down into the ground.
The woman tried to claw the hand off her face but by the second time she was slammed into the ground, her body went limp.
Eyes wide open and staring through the fingers with little life left inside them.