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Blood... everywhere blood. My breaths come out in short bursts, my lungs constricting and becoming more difficult to work with. I groan and twist sideways putting a final bullet between the eyes of an old friend. Well I shouldn't say friend, a real friend wouldn't have tried to gut me from behind.
I slowly make it to my feet my black combat heels the only sound other than my ragged breath. My clothes are officially ruined, I think to myself as I look down at my once pristine baby blue dress now a dark red brown smattered with blue. My knee high leather heeled combat boots still look good through all the trauma. I pull off someone's fingernail from between the laces and grimace.
My usually pale face with hazel eyes now have littered cuts and bruises forming, my eyes a little red from not only combat but from the mace unfortunately sprayed into them. Overall I'm a fucking mess. I grab my gun off the floor barely managing to walk a little bit, holding onto my side that got shot and stabbed.
I limp away dragging a trail of blood as I make my way out of the warehouse, following my own bread crumb trail of bodies. I slide my ass into my beat up impala and make my way out. I know I shouldn't be driving like this, but no one's going to save my ass. Besides if someone found me, that's an easy 5 million waiting. There's only one person not keen on collecting that bounty on the head of Katrina Blake.
John wick.